Note: I'm back to writing for Army wives! Sorry it took me so long... Well, this is just how I would imagine Trevor views his job. Sorry that its so short, alease leave a review and let me know what you think.
Trevor had always looked at his job as a shade of grey. On one hand he was doing what he loved. Serving his country, protecting innocent people in places where they needed protection from their own neighbors. There was nothing else that he could ever imagine doing with his life.
But on the other hand… He had to kill people. Yeah, they were terrorist, and they were planning to kill innocent civilians, and more often than not, trying to kill himself and his friends, but they were people none the less. Sons, husbands, and fathers, with friends and lives.
He had always been a sensitive guy, and pulling the trigger on a rifle, knowing that you were about to end someone's life, that was something that he knew would never get any easier, and if he was being honest with himself he was glad it wouldn't, because what would that say about him if it did?
He still remembered the face of the first man he killed clearly. That was the first human that he had killed knowingly and it had been hard. But what made it even worse was that people had applauded him for it. As though killing a man was something he should have been proud of.
He wasn't and he never would be. He was happy that he had saved all of those lives, but who was he to decide that one life was more important than another?
In the end, when it came to being a solider, nothing was black and white. The more he thought about it, the more the two colors blended into a million different shades of grey.