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Execution One
14 July 2014 11:46 pmType: Short story
Rating: 18+
Disclaimer: All original content. All fictional.
Troops wander into a house.
Screaming, threats, noise and whining sound through the walls. Guns are pointed, arms get twisted, people forced on the ground - mostly male. Hasty words exchange in shout, words of innocence, words of guilt, accusations of collaboration and questions for comrades in arms.
The suspects are brought to the outside, with their wifes in companion, if not their confused kids. Parents and grand-parents, whoever live with them, are ordered to leave the house, too.
If violence had not yet been done to them or if it's not in the plan at all, they'll be carried off somewhere else. If the soldiers had a bad day or if the orders give the instructions to, they will set a warning and for that keep them around.
The men are exposed on the street, their hands chained up, in their back the soldiers stand with heavy weaponry designed for two hands. They're ordered to kneel down and do so in fear, in order to avoid further damage for their relatives and perhaps save their own lives.
Questions are not proposed anymore. The soldier who declares himself to be the commander starts to read his verdict in a determined and as well convincing voice over the heads of the fathers, brothers, sons and husbands.
He gives the order for the treatment.
You point your gun, in obedience to your comrades and the will of your native country, but inside your thoughts become restless. What am I doing here? Did I see him fight back when we came to his house? Did anyone ever see him actually fight in the resistance movement? What about his relatives?
Isn't he a father too? How can he be a threat to the state?
His house didn't even have a gun in it!
We caught the people red-handed doing their daily chores!
What right do we have to do this to them?
What will be with his daughter, with his son who are too small to understand? What will be with his wife?
What about my daughter? If she hears daddy killed a man who was innocent? What's my wife going to say when one day police stands at the door and says her husband attended a war crime?
Is there anyone from this troop who will be there for me?
The hand applies to the trigger, but slightly there goes shivering.
The comrades show no sign of hesitance, each one of them is ready to carry out the action.
There's not even a cigarette paper getting between them and their order.
Resolutely, they prepare to pull.
Rating: 18+
Disclaimer: All original content. All fictional.
Troops wander into a house.
Screaming, threats, noise and whining sound through the walls. Guns are pointed, arms get twisted, people forced on the ground - mostly male. Hasty words exchange in shout, words of innocence, words of guilt, accusations of collaboration and questions for comrades in arms.
The suspects are brought to the outside, with their wifes in companion, if not their confused kids. Parents and grand-parents, whoever live with them, are ordered to leave the house, too.
If violence had not yet been done to them or if it's not in the plan at all, they'll be carried off somewhere else. If the soldiers had a bad day or if the orders give the instructions to, they will set a warning and for that keep them around.
The men are exposed on the street, their hands chained up, in their back the soldiers stand with heavy weaponry designed for two hands. They're ordered to kneel down and do so in fear, in order to avoid further damage for their relatives and perhaps save their own lives.
Questions are not proposed anymore. The soldier who declares himself to be the commander starts to read his verdict in a determined and as well convincing voice over the heads of the fathers, brothers, sons and husbands.
He gives the order for the treatment.
You point your gun, in obedience to your comrades and the will of your native country, but inside your thoughts become restless. What am I doing here? Did I see him fight back when we came to his house? Did anyone ever see him actually fight in the resistance movement? What about his relatives?
Isn't he a father too? How can he be a threat to the state?
His house didn't even have a gun in it!
We caught the people red-handed doing their daily chores!
What right do we have to do this to them?
What will be with his daughter, with his son who are too small to understand? What will be with his wife?
What about my daughter? If she hears daddy killed a man who was innocent? What's my wife going to say when one day police stands at the door and says her husband attended a war crime?
Is there anyone from this troop who will be there for me?
The hand applies to the trigger, but slightly there goes shivering.
The comrades show no sign of hesitance, each one of them is ready to carry out the action.
There's not even a cigarette paper getting between them and their order.
Resolutely, they prepare to pull.