By Tristan Olson
“I don’t want to kill you,” were the first words I heard him say. He didn’t want to kill me? What a fucking joke. If he didn’t want to kill me, then why did he have a knife at my throat? If he didn’t want to kill me, then why did he struggle when I took his gun? If he didn’t want to kill me, then why was he lobbing grenades all day? Sure I didn’t want to kill him, but in my case it was different! If I didn’t, then freedom would die. At least my country says that’s true.
Which brings up the question, “If my country says it’s all right to kill–is it?” Of course, I suppose that’s the point of your story, isn’t it?