Note: This installment is rated T for sensitive material. It occurs between the scenes during one of my other works, Many lebih Miles To Walk. I have been working on a sequel to the story on and off for the past year, but I am unsure when it will be made public.
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Kowalski looked at the test results splayed around his meja tulis, meja as if he could change them just oleh staring them down. He’d done the calculations multiple times, hoping to find a mistake atau something that would miraculously fix what had happened.
He sighed deeply and leaned meneruskan, ke depan on his elbows, rubbing his temples...
If anyone knows that, it’s me. No one truly knows how hard my job is. They think I make it look so easy. That’s because I have to bury my emotions to make the hard decisions. I have to feel nothing. I can’t cry, I can’t feel pain, and I most definitely can not let my anger alter my judgement.
Today, I lost two good soldiers. Manfredi and Johnson, my brothers in arms. And I hold myself accountable.
What many people don’t realize is that war is a duty. The only real choice is whether anda accept it, and what anda fight for....