Prologue
A truck in pulled over at a village in Azerbaijan. Men got out of the truck holding weapons. They are getting ready for something and then they walked out with massive machine guns in four corners of a village. They walked inside the village. The village people were fleeing to their homes. But the men never stopped. A major, holding a short-wave radio, said to radio to ‘unleash’.
The whole landscape was changed to chaos as innocent people running away from the blazing gunfire. One by one, every single person died. This already meant genocide. They even shot the kid’s parents in front of their child. It is brutality in every single form.
After the horrible genocide, the soldiers picked up every single body and put it in an explosive charge. In the village, there were five highly explosive crates: four on each corner of the village, one in the middle. There were more bodies dumped like garbage in the middle. Somehow, the terrorist/soldiers have camcorders and recorded the whole thing. They are recording at every corner of the village. A terrorist holding a detonator detonated the explosives. The explosion was terrifyingly perfect for the terrorist liking. There was blood rain falling back to earth. It covered the camera’s lens. They continued to venture to the middle of the bloody ruins of the villages.
Why would one do this? A normal being will say that is very cruel indeed. But for me, I had already seen a lot of this crap. I put down my binoculars and crawled back to my ATV and head to my extraction point. As the dust blasted into my goggles, I continued to think. We already had been in violence for a long time. When does mankind stop fighting? They will never stop. Even though my childhood is been ripped off of me, I still have grain of love left.
I saw a helicopter and I got in the helicopter. I had a question on my mind, why would a human do this? Of course, I do a little of that anyway.
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Young Mercenaries
ActionWhat if some children ran away? What if they want to join the war in the middle east? These are the stories of 6 runaway teenagers who immersed themselves to war. War, is where the real home is.
