Yes, I shot him. He was after all an enemy, wasn’t he?
I asked myself, am I inhuman for doing my job?
I looked into his eyes, they were moist.
Probably remembering his wife and kids back home, remembering those moments which led him to choose the path that resulted in his death.
So, I asked myself again, am I inhuman for depriving a child of her father, for depriving a wife of her husband?
I looked around and saw mutilated bodies; some were of friends’, some of strangers’.
So, I wondered, would this be my fate too?
All I know is, I’m a soldier and I have to kill and die for my country.