1945 #2

I can hear the sadness of the souls I'm killing.

I can feel the tears they are sheeding.

I hate doing this job.

I'm not a soldier ; I'm a killer.

I have to take these lives for somebody I don't even know. Adolf Hitler has killed my mind.

I'm not a Nazi. I love humanity.

War is a murder.

I'm paid to kill humans who did nothing. Every day I see people burning in the death camp where I work. Some childs, some elderly men and elderly women die in terrible condition. And far from them, their family, their friends hope they are still alive.

If only...

If only it was just a nightmare.

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