'I am too much like them,' the kid-soldier thinks as he acts on his orders, brings up his M-16 and fires into the doorway. Civilians die. They die. Like his friends. He learns quick to feel as little as possible; has no idea how those unfelt moments will come back to him over the years as mental monsters, raging through his nightmares and waking him screaming in the night.
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