As I walk across the barren landscape, trying to imagine the once vibrate community that lived here. It wasn't Reggie's fault nor was it mine, it was the war's fault. We signed up to the war to listen to instruction and do what we were told so when the generals tell you to bomb an innocent village, you bomb an innocent village. But just because its not your fault doesn't make it any easier.
My feet are dragged along the rubble, heavy with the weight of the guilt that this destruction had taken place. Our orders were to search for survivors, but there were none. No one could survive something like that. A gentle piece of paper was wafted away by the wind, almost as if it hadnt noticed the destruction it was submerged into. It was a killed in action report... The father of this house must have died in the war.
Guilt tore shreds into my heart as I collapse onto my knees, this family had no father to support them. There was no soldiers here, there was no war here. Yet destruction soon followed us in our wake.
