Gray alert
They told us it was a glorious war.
Until I saw my best friend blown into two pieces, still clutching a photo of my fiancée;
Until I strangled the enemy boy to death with my own hands, and the same toy as my son fell out of his pocket;
Until our company slaughtered the entire refugee team with bayonets in order to fight for a dirty water hole.
Now, I am hiding in the ruins and writing all this in a blood-stained diary.
If discovered, I would be executed as a traitor.
But the truth must remain—
We are the aggressors.
