To be a cadet in Governor Macanally's army was surely an honour, but we young boys were far too young to be a match to fight against the black rebels, and we were all well aware of the sexual addiction those big black bastards had with small white bums like ours - they wouldn't just shoot us, oh no: if they caught us they would strip us naked and then they would fuck us to hell and back! This fear never let me sleep at night and I was haunted nightly by sweaty dreams about being captured and raped: I was innocent and had an extremely vivid imagination . . .