They brought him in, bound and gagged. The white patch, already on his chest.
He shuffled across the yard, head held as high as it could be, in this situation. His posture said that he was confident and did not care for his world but his eyes betrayed him.
The members of the firing squad eyed him with disbelief, while nursing their hangovers from the night before, in which they drank their sorrows away. They watched as he was tied to the post and blindfolded. They watched him start shaking, as the realisation of what was going to happen, finally sunk in.
Their rifles cocked and raring to go, they stood silent, waiting for the order.
“Rifles at the ready!” the Major shouted. “Fire!”
The bullets streaked through the air until at least one had hit its target.
The target had slumped against the post, not taking a single breath. His blindfolded was taken off and his wide eyes, full of horror, could be seen.
The soldiers came and took the ropes off of his hands and feet and dragged him away, ready to throw him in a mass grave.
A.N. I know this is quite short but what do you expect. This was an English homework so it is quite crap but oh well
