No Regrets

A/N: Another little one-shot for y'all! Pleaaaassee review.

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Maybe it was just guess work. There was no proof… no real proof. He couldn't really have anything more than a gut feeling right? Whoever started these so called 'gut feelings' know where they can go. It was more than that. Probably. Well, we made some mistakes. Some trivial blunders, but who would've thought we would end up like this? Maybe I did. Maybe I should ended it while we were still in the running. We had done all we could for the war effort. We did more than we could for the war effort.

It's not like this was the first time, but it was the last. It was dumb to think that it would never happen, well at least permanently. But we all did. And we're all guilty. That is if the 'good guys' and be guilty for doing the right thing. Not in a directly good sense though. If maybe I ever had regret it was harming innocent civilians. They didn't do anything. They were Germans, but that didn't make them less human. Or even innocent German soldiers. Not all of them were Hitler. Not all of them slaughter masses of people.

Not that the hurting and possibly killing of the innocent ones was on purpose. Does it count as murder when you bomb a factory with people in it with and B-17? Or when you blow up a bridge that people could be walking on? I didn't think so. Now I'm not so sure.

The Gestapo obviously didn't have a problem with it. Not that I know any Gestapo men personally. Or even want to. But they're following orders. Like me. Like all of us. I suppose it's not fair to judge what you don't even know about. Well, not know very personally. It's not like the Gestapo's works aren't well known to all the soldiers for the allies. Even the soldiers the Hitler have reason to work about the Gestapo. But that's life. Don't trust anyone.

I don't believe that either. I trusted my men. They trusted me. It's a good feeling. Sort of a warm feeling.

It's really cold in here. But maybe that's alright. Maybe after living a life I could possibly be proud of I can settle into my own little state of mind where everything is perfect. Apple pie, my motorcycle, a good steak and a baseball park. That's not too shabby if I do say so myself. So maybe while I fail to be perfect as everyone does, I have a cozy little place in my mind. A comfort zone. It wouldn't help me to worry about it. It wouldn't help anyone.

So In situations when all seems gone, maybe I have hope. And when I look around it sure looks hopeless! That's why I'm happy. That's what my incentive to live is, that's what I have, and that's all I need. That's why I'm breaking out of here.

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The end!



A/N: Well that's it! Sorry its short but I hope you like it. :) Don't forget to review! Oh, as a side note, I was gonna make it kind of a sad ending, but I hate hate hate having to write sad stories, especially since I love the HH characters so much, so I made it end with a little bit of hope. Tell me what you think!