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"Get those knees up, up, up, knees up to your chests" the PTI screamed out his orders... I got my knees up and was glad that Malaya Joe had trained me for punishment PT and it wasn't the first time in my life that I had done it but I was fit then and now I was not and soon I was puffing and panting finding it hard to keep up. "Detail, detail halt, attention, press-up positions go" the PTI screw ordered. I saw that everyone fell forward with their arms outstretched until they were in a rigid press-up position. "Get those arses down, body flat, one down, hold it, up, two down, up, three down, up, four down, up..." I went down and held my body one inch from the floor until the PTI shouted up and managed to keep going then I heard a scream and glancing sideways I saw a screw kicking a boy in the stomach. Adrenaline shot into my body and gave me the strength to do the exercises in strict style. "Detail, detail, up commence running, knees up, up, up..." I ran round and around the tarmac yard seeing that anyone who lagged behind was kicked up the arse by one of the four screws. I noticed that their faces were red and angry and that they looked as they wanted to kill or injure us and that they took pleasure in their task... After an hour's punishment PT we ran in back into the wing and up the iron stairs, knees up in a single file until we reached our cells.