This was prompted by KCS's Dr Watson, Mr Sherlock Holmes
#14 – Command
The weeping, mist-shrouded man was centered in his air-rifle sights before he realised he could not – would not – shoot a fellow soldier who had also just lost a comrade and superior officer.
I look down the rocks at the grieving man below me, aim steady, thoughts rushing through my head. This is a man who has obviously just lost everything. My orders were to kill him if Holmes lived, but I can not. What has the man done, to deserve death? He had followed his commanding officer, obeyed the orders given, and been faithful to the last. I can not reward such loyal service with death.
I lower my gun. The man does not deserve to die for following orders. I will wait until he is gone, before I kill Sherlock Holmes.
