It was 10:58 PM, an hour and two minutes.
As he looked toward his killers, and he looked into their eyes, he saw his life, flashing before his eyes,
A baby crying in a camp,
A dark teenager, writing poetry in a corner,
A young man, applying for his first job,
A man, getting married, with passion in his eyes,
Another man, with sadness in his eyes, signing divorce papers.
Finally, a blank faced soldier, getting yelled at by a drill sergeant
And then, he found himself staring the enemy in the face, with a barrel wedged into his stomach.
With a sudden burst of energy, he snatched the barrel out of the air, and kicked out hard.
The opposing soldier slumped on the ground, moaning in pain.
The other soldiers screamed with fear, and advanced on him.
As he pointed the barrel at the opposing soldiers, the gun spit fire into the night, making two of the soldiers, crumple on the ground, dead.
As he pointed his gun at the last opposing soldier, he saw the fear in his eyes and wondered if he was reliving the same dilemma that he did a few minutes ago.
Because he had more training, he was the killer now.
And then, he realized, he was no longer a soldier, he was a killer.
A cold hearted killer, with no emotions.
Ever since he had joined the army, it had been this way.
Upon realizing this, he shot at the man. Shooting into his skull, Into his arm, into his chest.
As he collapsed onto the ground, the killer searched the bodies.
Soon he found supplies and started to walk off.
He thought to himself: "I really need to stop taking medication…..