I shot a person.
I don't tell people i was a soldier, cause they mayght ask me questions about it, like if i ever killed a man. And i don't want people to know about it. But i also don't like to lie, because if you lie about something it means it's wrong, that it's something you want to hide.
I used to just not do things i'll need to lie about, But then came my time to join the forces. To fight and protect my country from... kids my age protecting their country. Because other people with broad egos and narrow minds, have decided that the best defense is attack.
And you know what, I don't care who started it, who shot first, this isn't a kinder garden, those aren't toys... those are human beeings; they aren't simple statistics, they aren't numbers, their complicated and messy.
I always wandered how could all those fighter pilots drop bombs of mass destruction. Don't they sea all the people running in terror underneath their wings, even if they don't see they must know, don't they?They aren't shooting open spaces.
I wander what they think. Is it 'dear god l'm a horrible person' or rather 'thank god all those no-good-people deserve to die in pain' or it's 'if only i had a choice' maybe it's just 'what should i have for dinner'.
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Ngẫu nhiênI start a bunch of segments:) but I never finish:( So it's gonna be kind of first draft. There will be here segments in English and the ones in Hebrew will be in another book i'll try to translate all segments to both languages, but there's things...
