I felt a numbness after the event:
A single shot, and this was just a boy,
Barely out of school. He lay, open-mouthed,
And I thought of his family and friends,
His teenage passions, posters on the wall,
His portrait of pride, hanging in the hall.
Suddenly, my mates were surrounding me -
We had blown a hole in enemy lines -
Slapping my back, but I was now alone.
One may argue all’s fair in love and war,
But was this fair? He was the invader:
Yes, I had the right, but, no, that’s not it.
It could have been me stretched out on the ground,
Feeling nothing. Why do I feel nothing?