"A true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him."
- G. K. Cheserton
Behind the grey colour passing clouds, in an early morning, pleasant sun reluctantly emerges with the pleasant light. Huge well, situated out of the village, is completely deserted unlike every day. As birds coo and sing, leaves enjoy the rustling hug of the wind.
An abrupt noise of bomb shakes the silence, frightening the birds and the pleasantness of the morning sun. Far away, in the village, a cloud of dust disseminates darkness all over the place. Fire is set ablaze to devastate the village into mere rubble.
"We are moving. We are moving." shouts a commander to his fellow army men.
All soldiers leave the village at his command, except a group of soldiers assigned for finding the remaining survivors and killing them. To accomplish their target, they check in each and every hut, searching for survivors. Thinking themselves as a true patriot, they indiscriminately kill everyone in their way.
A soldier enters into a hut, searching for any survivors. As the soldier does not find anyone, he sits in a corner of the hut. He crawls into the kitchen in search of water and finds nothing but the broken pots. He puts his gun and knife down on his side.
His heart pants and his eyes feel the pain, looking at the blood on his knife and the wild fire coming out of burning hut. He lights a cigarette and leaves the hut.
Carrying a gun on his shoulder as if carrying true patriotism for his country, he looks around at what he has done.
"Come over, here!!!" shouts his partner from the opposite hut, "I need your help."
He runs into the hut and finds his partner being shot just below his right shoulder. He puts his gun down and helps him lie down comfortably.
"How did this happen?" yells at his partner.
"That Jackson. He came into the hut, breaking the door and searching for survivors. Little confusion... That's it." explained his partner in pain.
Withstanding the suffering from the pain, his partner tells him, "Take out the bullet with your knife."
As he tries to take it out, his shivering hand does not find the knife. He turns back to the door and realizes that leaving his knife back in the opposite hut.
His partner in pain enquires, "What happened?"
As he is about to reply, there comes a dull voice from outside of the hut, "Sir... Sir..."
Leaving his partner safely in the hut, he hurriedly runs out carrying his gun. He finds a dull-looking small boy, around the age of five, standing in front of him. He points the gun at his head, without thinking of anything.
The small boy takes a knife out of his pocket and shows it to the soldier, saying that, "You left this knife in the opposite hut, sir."
He gazes at the small boy, still pointing the gun at him. Without knowing what to do, he turns back into the hut and looks at his suffering partner and then at the boy.
An abrupt noise of bomb shakes the silence, frightening the birds and the pleasantness of the morning sun. Far away, in the village, a cloud of dust disseminates darkness all over the place. Fire is set ablaze to devastate the village into mere rubble.
"We are moving. We are moving." shouts a commander to his fellow army men.
All soldiers leave the village at his command, except a group of soldiers assigned for finding the remaining survivors and killing them. To accomplish their target, they check in each and every hut, searching for survivors. Thinking themselves as a true patriot, they indiscriminately kill everyone in their way.
A soldier enters into a hut, searching for any survivors. As the soldier does not find anyone, he sits in a corner of the hut. He crawls into the kitchen in search of water and finds nothing but the broken pots. He puts his gun and knife down on his side.
His heart pants and his eyes feel the pain, looking at the blood on his knife and the wild fire coming out of burning hut. He lights a cigarette and leaves the hut.
Carrying a gun on his shoulder as if carrying true patriotism for his country, he looks around at what he has done.
"Come over, here!!!" shouts his partner from the opposite hut, "I need your help."
He runs into the hut and finds his partner being shot just below his right shoulder. He puts his gun down and helps him lie down comfortably.
"How did this happen?" yells at his partner.
"That Jackson. He came into the hut, breaking the door and searching for survivors. Little confusion... That's it." explained his partner in pain.
Withstanding the suffering from the pain, his partner tells him, "Take out the bullet with your knife."
As he tries to take it out, his shivering hand does not find the knife. He turns back to the door and realizes that leaving his knife back in the opposite hut.
His partner in pain enquires, "What happened?"
As he is about to reply, there comes a dull voice from outside of the hut, "Sir... Sir..."
Leaving his partner safely in the hut, he hurriedly runs out carrying his gun. He finds a dull-looking small boy, around the age of five, standing in front of him. He points the gun at his head, without thinking of anything.
The small boy takes a knife out of his pocket and shows it to the soldier, saying that, "You left this knife in the opposite hut, sir."
He gazes at the small boy, still pointing the gun at him. Without knowing what to do, he turns back into the hut and looks at his suffering partner and then at the boy.