slider3005
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hey guys i wrote this a while ago and im really kinda bored right now. I wanted to share it with a group that might actually look at it. Please read the whole thing before you comment i know its kinda long.
The selfish truth
The eyes.
They were hazel and a beautiful shape.
He was about 400 meters away.
It was an easy shot.
He had a small build
His AK47 was suspended by a cheap nylon strap from his shoulder.
My finger lay on the trigger of the cumbersome weapon.
All it needed was a small squeeze.
There was very little wind
There was no doubt in my mind that the first shot would hit.
One little pull and his life would be over.
I would never know what his name was or his age.
I’d never meet his distraught family,
But there would be one somewhere.
Was he good in school?
Did he ever lose his virginity?
Did he like chicken and rice?
It didn’t matter.
It never affected anything in this world
And it sure as hell would never affect me.
So why haven’t I pulled the trigger yet?
Why should I?
Because some guy told me too.
I should kill him because he believes that communism works?
I’m not a holy man
If I were I’d think that god was on their side.
We are the ones going into their land killing their people and for what?
To protect ourselves in the end.
Why does this man deserve to die and I deserve to live?
Because I’m the one with the gun?
Will I go to hell for doing this?
If there is such a thing then perhaps.
He will never grow old.
He will never know what happened.
He speaks to his friends now so casually.
What will they do?
Have they become accustomed yet to their close friends dying?
But why?
Why should they have to?
I could walk away right now and he could live his life out.
Or perhaps he will die tomorrow or even today.
Maybe his death will be long and painful if I do not kill him now.
I could easily hit his head.
The exit wound would be the size of a small melon.
Completely painless.
Or perhaps he will live on.
Perhaps he will kill my friends if I do not kill him now.
Is that fair?
Why should he get that choice?
To take my friends life.
I peered through the scope again.
The crosshairs crossed between his eyes.
He was smiling
It could be the face that his friends remember him by.
He had lived once
He had dreamed.
Everyone dreams
They dream about things that they may never have.
Did he dream about living?
No, no one ever dreams simply of living.
We take it for granted.
If I walk away now and don’t take the shot will he be a happier man?
No, he will be the exact same person.
He will change in no way.
He may be a complete jerk.
Or the nicest man ever.
If he was born in America we may have been friends.
He may be my have been my spotter.
But it won’t happen that way.
There will be no happy ending.
He was born on that side I on this
And there is nothing I can do to change that.
If I walked up to them and tried to shake his hand they would kill me
Or perhaps torture me senseless.
They won’t think twice about it.
So why?
Why can’t I pull this trigger?
The trigger on my rifle will trigger the end to everything that he will ever do.
But I must.
It is not my decision.
Or is it?
I am a pawn in the whole thing
But I am a pawn with a ridiculous amount of power.
I have the power to end, to terminate to erase this man.
It may ruin his friends’ day and his life but it may save the lives of my friends.
In the end that is the selfish truth.
The selfish truth
The eyes.
They were hazel and a beautiful shape.
He was about 400 meters away.
It was an easy shot.
He had a small build
His AK47 was suspended by a cheap nylon strap from his shoulder.
My finger lay on the trigger of the cumbersome weapon.
All it needed was a small squeeze.
There was very little wind
There was no doubt in my mind that the first shot would hit.
One little pull and his life would be over.
I would never know what his name was or his age.
I’d never meet his distraught family,
But there would be one somewhere.
Was he good in school?
Did he ever lose his virginity?
Did he like chicken and rice?
It didn’t matter.
It never affected anything in this world
And it sure as hell would never affect me.
So why haven’t I pulled the trigger yet?
Why should I?
Because some guy told me too.
I should kill him because he believes that communism works?
I’m not a holy man
If I were I’d think that god was on their side.
We are the ones going into their land killing their people and for what?
To protect ourselves in the end.
Why does this man deserve to die and I deserve to live?
Because I’m the one with the gun?
Will I go to hell for doing this?
If there is such a thing then perhaps.
He will never grow old.
He will never know what happened.
He speaks to his friends now so casually.
What will they do?
Have they become accustomed yet to their close friends dying?
But why?
Why should they have to?
I could walk away right now and he could live his life out.
Or perhaps he will die tomorrow or even today.
Maybe his death will be long and painful if I do not kill him now.
I could easily hit his head.
The exit wound would be the size of a small melon.
Completely painless.
Or perhaps he will live on.
Perhaps he will kill my friends if I do not kill him now.
Is that fair?
Why should he get that choice?
To take my friends life.
I peered through the scope again.
The crosshairs crossed between his eyes.
He was smiling
It could be the face that his friends remember him by.
He had lived once
He had dreamed.
Everyone dreams
They dream about things that they may never have.
Did he dream about living?
No, no one ever dreams simply of living.
We take it for granted.
If I walk away now and don’t take the shot will he be a happier man?
No, he will be the exact same person.
He will change in no way.
He may be a complete jerk.
Or the nicest man ever.
If he was born in America we may have been friends.
He may be my have been my spotter.
But it won’t happen that way.
There will be no happy ending.
He was born on that side I on this
And there is nothing I can do to change that.
If I walked up to them and tried to shake his hand they would kill me
Or perhaps torture me senseless.
They won’t think twice about it.
So why?
Why can’t I pull this trigger?
The trigger on my rifle will trigger the end to everything that he will ever do.
But I must.
It is not my decision.
Or is it?
I am a pawn in the whole thing
But I am a pawn with a ridiculous amount of power.
I have the power to end, to terminate to erase this man.
It may ruin his friends’ day and his life but it may save the lives of my friends.
In the end that is the selfish truth.
