I noticed, that ten meters from me was a crowd of soldiers and villagers, who were arguing about something.
"You can't do it, they are innocent people," corporal fretted, he was a man with dark hair, round cheeks and a small nose, on which was perched a giant square glasses. His name was corporal Stamford.
"One of them is spy, who must be discarded, or it will turn against us. They aren't innocent, they protect spy and who protect spy is against us," captain with short blonde hair, blue eyes and hawkish facial features, countered.
"What's happening?" I said when I walked toward them.
"None of your business, doctor," the captain growled.
"Lieutenant," I corrected him immediately.
"He wants to kill them all," corporal Stamford complained. I frowned. Kill them all, kill civilians? He has to be kidding me?!
"That you can't. Not only from a moral point of view, but think of how a fuss it would do at home, if anyone found out, especially media," I told the captain and added to the side of Stamford.
"I can and will do, lieutenant. You aren't in my unit, take a leave. That you may not be interested at all. It will not be a problem, this is an acceptable loss, one who doesn't understand, shouldn't be in the army. They hiding spy, and if he run away, the consequences will be far worse. Kill them! That's an order," the captain barked.
"No!" I said, but it was too late. Other soldiers blindly to orders raised their weapons and under vigorous roar and the acrid smell of gunpowder they were shooting into them. Yellow dust with white sand lifted from the ground, as dead bodies tumbled down. Stairs were stained with blood. My stomach turned upside down and I crawled away. Somewhere safe where I could throw up.
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John Watson's bad days
Fiksi PenggemarWe all have days when we are saying, that if we stayed in bed, we'd do better, but unfortunately it isn't working like that. We don't know, what awaits for us in the day, when we get up. Sometimes when we look at others people, we have no idea how m...
