"Please... live on... carrying our share...!"
With a trembling hand, he handed me the Iron Cross, Second Class.
Slowly, he knelt before me, smiling as if he had finally found release.
"Now, please... kill me... This is my judgment... Let me put an end to my sins."
He pressed the muzzle of the pistol in my hand against his forehead and gave a bitter smile...
My hand began to shake too. I didn't know what to say. All I did was shout and pull the trigger.
"I will... I'll live on, carrying your share!"
Author: Don't be put off by how heavy the blurb sounds. The author actually wants to write something more focused on everyday life.
