I slip my sergeants dress coat on to start my training exercise. It starts out simple or so I thought until I try to move. The high heals I have on and the wrapping material that is used around my ankles and chest and wrists and the flooring beneath me make my balance very unsteady as I know if I move it will only help my future and help me pass this step of training. My head is then wrapped tightly with bandage to imitate what could happen to me on the battle field or in captivity. I use my eyes to plead alone with my gagged muffled voice. I try to call for help but I must know that nobody... Show more