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When is sacrifice torture
Private could not believe what has happen in the last 48 hours. Even survival seems unmanageable when you think of the war torn baron landscape that he has driven thru. What on Gods creation did this once beautiful landscape blasphemes to deserve unrelenting decimation? His thoughts did even consider the people that once inhabited the once utopian valley since it was hard to imagine that anything could exist in the dirt scorched nothingness that now exists.
What in the fuck could bring so much destruction to such beauty? But as this thought crossed his consciousness he already knew the answer.
Pvt. Gin sits down on a pile of debris that once used to be the place of praise. The have taken this place back from tyranny but at what cost? Two days have past but he is the sole survivor of his platoon. His family is gone as well all taken in the flame the consumed his land just like this one. All of this wells up within him. And this war hardened and battered veteran openly weeps at the loss and sacrifice of everyone he knows. Uncontrollable anguish envelops every fiber of his being. Physically shaking in uncontrollable spasm’s of woe.
Finally thinking his skin will tear from pain a small voice rattles in his ears. “Are you here to help me?” Such the sweetest voice that he has ever heard, surreal so unimaginable anything could sound like that in a place like this.
Turning to see a small figured wrapped in sack cloth standing a few feet from him. Could this small child actually survive this? Is this his mind trying to make him feel more normal creating a glimmer of hope to trick him to move on? “Yes….are you alone?”
“My mom and dad are sleeping over there but they have me this bread before they feel asleep. Would you like to share It.?”
He new every well this child’s parents were not going to wake. But she looked up with such generosity and grace he melted to her. He has not eaten since the outpost three days ago and his stomach grinded at the sight of the small loaf clutched in this small girls hands. Smiling she says “I would love to share it with you, thank you.”
The small hands grab at the obviously stale and old bread tearing it into two very uneven clumps. Without thinking she offers the large hunk to him which he gracious takes.
Anticipating the nourishment him mouth salivates as the bread moves closer to his mouth.
SMACK!!! The bread flies across the temples steps.
