Pulling the Trigger
It's easy to pull the trigger on someone with ominous red eyes, someone who's holding a gun, ready to pull the trigger on you.
It's easy to pull the trigger on someone you've grown up thinking is evil, a person so different from yourself.
But what about someone like you? Someone who, instead of shooting at your men, is nursing them back to health? Someone who's probably never even held a gun, let alone pull a trigger?
And what if that Someone had a young child waiting for them at home?
I've been told if I hadn't pulled the trigger, somebody else would have. That those two doctors would have died, whether I pulled the trigger or not?
I've been told that I didn't have much of a choice. That I did the right thing.
If I did the right thing, why do I feel so guilty? Why do I wish I'd been able to pull the trigger on myself? Why do I have nightmares every night of a little girl who is an orphan because of me?
If I did the right thing, why do I feel so wrong? Oh, God, why did I pull that trigger?!
