Just getting the position was the hardest thing I had ever done, but that was just the easy part...
MERCY KILL
This was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
As a medical practitioner I had learned
That life must be maintained at all cost.
Now, here before me lay a patient fighting,
Fighting for the right to die.
I retched inwardly.
What was I to do?
Convince a mutilated and scorched patient
That life was still worth living?
I considered the pain he felt, and the quality of life.
I myself would have chosen death.
I knew instantly what to do.
I would put his miserable life to an end.
Tearfully yet determined,
I injected him with seventeen vials of morphine.
He didn't need that much.
I knew it too, but I had lost my control.
He died of the sedative drug that day.
I did not feel like a murderer
As I did not fell this was murder.
This occision was a mercy kill,
Merely getting a man out of his misery.