Blindfolded to humanity

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The room was big and there was a deafening silence around. There were men inside. But none would dare to speak except their leaders. They had a uniform on. A black and green combination as in the army. Their faces were covered with black cloth masks. The room where they were was completely dark with very little light entering through the holes made on the terrace. The house looked abandoned. The tables and couches were covered with dirty white cloth. The floor was watery and half their feet sunk in. 

They all looked at the table with had many things scattered on it. There was a long gun at the extreme right corner with other guns of smaller sizes carrying on. And as space was left their were bombs. Many tables as such were present with the same set up again and again. 

At table number five, their were two men who looked nervous and scared. Their hands shivered as their master passed them and were relieved to have him away. They sweated and looked at each other with scared eyes. One of them was about to extend his hand to one of the weapons but the master barked, "No!" and he jumped with terror, "Be careful. Those are extremely delicate weapons. You must learn from table number one how they are handling things. Moreover concentrate on the rules of the war!" Both of them huffed while one of them rolled down tears. He knew he had no choice though he did not want to carry the mission on. The other man too had the same feelings but he was strong. He whispered, "Don't cry! We do not have an escape! We have to do this..."

That gave him a little but confidence to his fallen hopes. He felt like he was forcibly doing some work which he was not supposed to. He felt like he knew something wrong was going to happen but he could not help it. The main leader of the gang arrived and showed them the map of Hiroshima. He appointed places to all of them, where and which time they had to drop the bomb. "Table number five! Get ready with your men". Both of them saluted and marched to the centre.

They had their eyes straight and their chest swelled up. Their eyes clearly spoke the words, "Mission not to be a failure". They had their arms parallel to their feet and took the pledge. That did not take much time and they were ready to move on. They had build up enough courage by now. And they were ready....

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