The Hessian

I could feel the musket ball bite slowly into my gut, but it wasn’t the blood spilling out onto the snow that scared me; it was the hot led, tearing well into my stomach before eventually slowing, and finally lodging near my spine, carrying all of the carnage it had created with it. The round went nearly through me, bringing me to the ground in less than a second, everything I could see faded slowly to black as a puddle of piercing red collected about me.

In war, there is no honor, no pride, and no regret for one's own actions.