"You did a lot of things right, but-"

"Yeah, you fuck one sheep."

"What?" He asked, eyes wide open.

"It's a joke. Forget about it. I could say, one 'awshit' wipes out a hundred 'attaboys', huh?"

"Something like that." He nodded.

"So, you're here to, what, hear my confession, act as my JAG lawyer, slip me a spoon so I can dig a tunnel out of here?" I pointed to the hardened concrete floor, or whatever incredibly tough substance the Kristang used as building material.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry to say, I'm only here to show the United States military's support and concern. The Kristang don't need a confession, and you don't need a lawyer, because there won't be any sort of trial or hearing."

"Right, why bother with justice when you can just execute people?" I waved my hand, feeling sorry for the man, who had to be in an incredibly awkward position. "Save your breath. You're going to say something about how aliens have different concepts of justice, and military discipline. I know all that. I also know that this kind of right and wrong doesn't depend on whose eyes you're looking through. It's wrong."

Cochrane looked up at the tiny window. There wasn't anything he could say.

"Major, you get the feeling that we're on the wrong side of this war? The more I learn about the lizards, the more I'm convinced we're fighting on the Nazi side of this one. In World War Two, the SS lined up civilians, and shot them in retaliation for their attacks on German soldiers. The allies didn't do that." I pointed to the US flag on my uniform. "We're civilization. The Nazis were not civilization."

"The Kristang didn't attack Earth." He pointed out.

"Major, unless you've totally had your fucking ears closed-"

Cochrane stiffened, from anger, but I could see a lot of fear. "Watch your mouth, soldier."