Death is the hard part. I want to stay alive. I need to take care of my wife and kids. Everyone is counting on me to help fight for what we want. My gun is aimed. I don't know whether to pull the trigger or if I should just let this guy surrender. He's on his knees praying that he won't die. How will people look at my if I just kill this man. And in the face of sorrow, I spare his life. We will take him captive. I start walking again. I see the faces of two enemies. They spot my blue uniform and know that I'm not one of them. They charge after me...
I wake up. My head hurts and my body aches. They must have hit me with their guns and knocked me out. I'm chained to a wall. I lay in the wake of destruction. Death is soon to be near. They call me by the name soldier. I am taken out of my cell. They tell me to join them. If I don't, I face consequence. I decide not to join. I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. Everything is now black. I am now dead.
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