LIVING WITH ONESELF
How can I forget the look of surprise on her face as my bullets cut her young body in to pieces?
By the time the shooting stopped all innocence had been lost, as we baptised ourselves with the blood of women and children, all in the name of democracy.
The single order to open fire that has led to the loss of so much innocence on the battlefields of war, now robs me of mine also.
Knowing that an eight year old girl is not the enemy, yet obeying the order to kill her anyway.
My conscience seared in order to bury the feelings of remorse even deeper and to hide my guilt from my memory.
What have I done?
Selling my soul to the demonic master of obedience.