Have you ever thought of killing anyone before? You think that someday you will end up killing someone for no reason. You feel ashamed of killing them because they might have a family at home waiting for them to come home.
My young daughter asked me “Daddy, have you killed anyone in war?” I answered my daughter in the most possible way. “Of course not.” My daughter didn’t believe me. I sat her on my lap and I pretend she was older so I told her what really happened. The real reason why I still write war stories.
The boy was a young soldier about the age of twenty. I was afraid of him, more like afraid of something. It was after midnight, Kiowa and I were watching to make sure nothing out of the ordinary happened. The young soldier was standing talking to the other soldier on guard. The young soldier started to walk on the path. There was a fog in the path. He moved with the fog and kept quiet. Nothing made a noise. Kiowa was asleep. I didn’t know if I should have woken him up or if I shouldn’t. The young soldier was getting closer and I didn’t know what to do. I pulled the pin and threw the grenade at his feet. I threw the grenade to scare the young man to go away, but that didn’t work out the way I planned. I didn’t have any intension to kill the man. I never think about killing in this war. When the grenade land at his feet, he knew he was in a bad situation. He tried to run away but it was too late. The grenade exploded in his face and the young soldier was dead. I walked out to the young soldier and saw his face half messy and his body all blown up. I felt horrible for killing this young man. He never wanted to be in the war and have to deal with this. He had no reason to die. So why did I kill him?
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