The rescuer, the joke and the thirst.

Can you take me to the extraction point?

I need some water. Hurry up!

There is another hostage in the dark
and their head shimmers under enemy's sight.

You only carry bodies to extraction fucking point, but
you never wonder where they go to

Where?

Somebody has picked them up when you went back.
The same one that ties their hands,
covers their mouths with silver tape, putting them in another place where you come back to rescue them, restless,
with empty canteen,
lately you promise them
an oasis-heaven drink.

Who is it? Is it doing a joke? We'll never know it.

Its name is the Thirst.