Plight of a warrior!!

Standing amid d corpses red blooded  n pink flesh all littered around..

Panting and struggling.. Holding my gun against the heart of a man.

His heart beat was loud and clear.

The sweat n blood on his face merged together n displayed a perfect effigy of fear.

I felt weak pale fatigued but some how managed to hold the ak 47 which lusted more blood as if it hasn't had enough??

The war.. The killings..

The bloodshed.. The sacrifices

A kingdom loses another rises

But toll of death it brings along

The song of misery it sings along

The counts of martyr it sacrifices

Hopes of thousands it burns along.

Had it not been that extra bullet in my gun..I would have been at his place..at gunpoint!!

My battalion won as I stood tall killing the last pawn..the knight being still guarded and secured.

Whose plight was more miserable??the one who laid half dead anticipating death but with feeling of relief that he dies for his nation or the man who is about to kill an innocent man with a soul just like his..with a family waiting for his return just like his..with a mission to serve nation just like him.

Closed my eyes for a second.. Heard wings flattered.. Something weighed on my right shoulder..

It was an angel.. Dressed in white with a halo, a glowing golden ring floating above his head.. The next moment felt dark black smoke n something weighed my left shoulder. Dressed in black n with horns and a pitchfork, a demon it was..

"Let him go oh warrior!! He deserves to live.. You have your piece of victory ..give him a piece of freedom..

He shall be of no harm to u.. Killing a soldier won't affect his king.." Said the kind hearted angel.

"What nonsense!! You are a fighter..shoot the man..else he would run for help and may be then u have to face death" said logically the ruthless demon.

As my each nerve in body ached to pull of the trigger.. Something inside me just dint let me do it..

The angel said " Be generous!! God watches from heaven.. Forgiveness is a virtue.. Do good it shall come back one day."

But the demon differed and said "The cruel enemies, they slaughtered your friends and family.. They started this terrorizing bloodshed. Now it's your turn to end it. Kill the damn loser."

The rendezvous with the black and white felt as if I was being toyed around to and fro.

The man on my foot laid down with closed eyes as who would want to see his naked death but still he managed to half open his eyes to check what was taking so long.

He dint plead for sympathy or freedom. He wholeheartedly accepted his short-lived fate.

"It's ok, shoot me. I deserve to die. I wasn't able to win victory for my nation. I failed so I shall die as a martyr. Give me a death of respect so I shall rest in peace."

I rubbed off my shoulders and took charge.

He will die and shall rest in peace and what about me? I will have to live with this gut in my stomach..a petrifying guilt that I killed an innocent man.

And what was his fault..That he served his nation??

It would be so coward of me to shoot  a man with no weapons.

So my one instinct said that let me drop my gun..give him a hand..and say

"I shall kill you in the battlefield!!"

But my other instinct begged to differ.

I pulled of the trigger and bang!!

He laid lifeless..dead as a dodo!!

I had no qualms that letting him live would be a bigger penalty.

A warrior who looks at himself in the mirror and sees a defeated man, let to live, by a merciful enemy, would die a thousand deaths.

So I let him die for once..a death well deserved by a hero..a true patriot like him