Midnight; it all starts again. We march the streets in unison, searching for one thing- disruption. You would think that a war stricken town would be overwhelmed with disruption, but in reality, the complete opposite- a place of peace. Every single streetlight illuminated, awaiting their exposing skills to be called upon. Soon our collective hours patrolling the streets had revealed to not be a waste of our time. He turned and we shot. That's all there was to it, no second thought and no doubt at the time. I saw every round as it ripped through his life. With a clap, the body collapsed onto the floor, spilt blood flowing into every crack in the hard trodden ground. Pain itself the image of agony Doubt suddenly flickered across my mind, probably armed, possibly not.
It had been months since the incident had occurred and I still couldn't escape he nightmare. Midnight again; the trace of his blood-shadow still remained. A shadow that would never leave my mind. I made a rash decision that day and a man now lays six feet under as a result. Probably armed, possibly not, I would never know.
Years later, and I could still never expel the image which that day had engraved in my head. I had departed from the war, but the war could never disappear from my mind. Blink- I see the endless gunfire that ended numerous lives. Sleep- his lifeless body hugs the ground once more. His bloody life in my bloody hands.
