Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Bendido thought of only one thing, the sights he had seen and the acts he’d performed. A life in the military is not that of splendor and heroic deeds. It is a mercenary’s job, bestowed upon the shoulders of good hearted men and women. It’s built and carried out to kill, for peace. Its’ necessity is evident, but the acts that must be committed are heinous. The scars of those who perform them burn deep in their skin. The valiant deed of sacrificing sanity and life for the attempted peace. Our Colonel Bendido is no different. A valiant man who has supported his country since the ripe age 17. He fought for them for many years and his reward? 20 metal cannons placed at his head. Only one maybe two loaded, but they screamed imminent death. As he stood, staring down the cold steel of the muzzles, seeing the heartless eyes of those twenty men. He felt the fear he knew too well.
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