I remember a face. I remember a name. I remember a voice. I remember a scream, blood, tears, death; who they belonged to and who could only stand and watch. I remember he was one of them, I remember his blank eyes, his blood spilling out, the cries of his brother and I remember holding the gun. I remember using it. I remember the begging and pleading. I remember it all.

Every.
Single.
Bit.