No one guessed :/ Well it's Sean Cameron.

Wood and cement bits fly through the air like rain hitting my men, my colleagues, myself. I feel spots on my face, slow I open my eyes. Seeing what I most dreaded, I blink hard. The sight of the destruction is horrifying. What we think to be the headquarters of terrorism, is blown to pieces. There is a group of crumpled bodies on the ground, three or four adults, I guess. When we left our hiding place that gave us safety from our small bombs, we assume they are adults, who ran from the exploding building, not soon enough.

This was obviously not the headquarters we were told it was supposed to be. The bodies crumpled on the ground, which were running from the building minutes before, are not the adult terrorists we had expected to see, no. I can see that the bodies are of children, mutilated by my our bombs, our bombs that I ordered be sent through the windows. This was a school, for children of many ages. Their teacher must have been evacuating the dozens of children that I just killed. When we get back to report our duties, they will tell me it wasn't my fault.

I exhale, I don't know what to think, what to feel, or what to even do. How will I sleep at night from now on, knowing that I was the cause of all these kids deaths.

A step even closer to the small bodies and for the first time in a while, maybe since I have been home, I feel something. I am overcome with emotion, unsure of what emotion it actually is. I kneel on my left knee and bow my head, paying respects and thinking. My men remain feet away from the scene, statue still, moving only to bow their heads.

Compassion, it hits me hard. I feel like I knew these children, as if they were my siblings. I feel for their parents, I really do. I may not understand the connection a parent has with child, but I came close once.

Emma, she comes in and out of my thoughts here and there. I think of her when I am in life and death situations, I miss her, I really do. I wish things would have worked out better, or even if she had been pregnant. Then maybe I wouldn't be here, the past is the past thought, and there is no changing that.

I shake my head and look up, removing my hat. I lay it lightly on an unrecognizable face, and shut my eyes, pausing, before walking away.

I know this is short but it was a random thought, and Sean was one of my favorites. What did you think?