Thomas’ POV
With the bodies piled in a heap and the square washed clean, I light the fire and a couple of us stay behind to wait for it to burn. It is always sad when you watch the collateral damage of war. The innocent victims fighting because they were ordered to or because they had no alternative but to protect their land.
I hated this part of the war, but would always be the last to leave. Hoping if I stay it would be a penance for the killing. The worst part is that I was a soldier. Trained to kill, when I was human. Proud of it! When we were fighting in the war then, it didn’t bother me one bit when we were killing the enemy. I was fighting for my country.
Walking into the dining hall I see the pain on the faces of my pack while they are having their breakfast.
“It was a sad nigh
