Monster

I tensed. Frantic men looked around at other frantic men and we all exhaled a collective breath of relief. It was over, but only later did I realize I left something behind in the war. It was over, but so was I. It was the first few shots that changed most of us. You could see it in our eyes as we struck down men. Wide eyes, dumbstruck faces. We had the expressions of torn souls, ripped between the love of our country and the hate of our leaders. I wished so many times I had ran away with Stagnowski. The field marshal brought back his body days later, bitten by wolves and bloated rats, but at least he died a human. We will die as monsters.