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  My stomach churned, wanting to expel the water and porridge I had eaten and drunk a few hours ago. I furrowed my brow, tightening my grip on the weapon in my hand. I can't shake, I can't fail.

  They don't have identifiers. IMBs, we swore they would have that somewhere. Not necessarily on their necks like us, but in other pces.

  There are none.

  With my fingers, I knocked down corpse after corpse. We tied up each of the weary soldiers who returned from the trenches. The battalion leader pced them in the center of the camp, taking away any communicator they might use to call for reinforcements.

  My body is so cold. I feel the thick blood sticking to my skin. Brain matter… or whatever is in human brains, completely soiling me. The stickiness, the smell of blood and guts makes me feel utterly nauseous, my mouth watering and my throat tightening as I feel my stomach bubbling.

  I don't know what I'm going to do. I stood ready in front of the camp, to eliminate any enemy soldier that might invade, my head pounding and the cold sweat sticking to my uniform, accumuting at the nape of my neck.

  When I was alone, my throat tightened even more, my trachea burning and locking as I swallowed the vomit. I held the cold colr at my throat and pulled, stifling my sobs that made the hairs on my body stand on end.

  My frame trembled and I bit my lips, keeping myself unstable but still in pce. It's the best I could do.

  I saw nterns coming from down the path, I held the weapon against my palms, relieving my cold stomach when I saw the Sergeant's face slowly coming into my field of vision.

  My eyes blurred, but I maintained the rigidity of my stance, nodding to my superior. I can't wait to get far away from here.

  — Sergeant...

  — You can go. How are you? — She stopped her steps while the others continued, staring at my dirty face, I slowly lowered my head.

  — I'm fine.

  — It must have been hard for you. It's your first time doing this. Isn't it? I know how difficult it is. I've been through it, I've been in your pce, everyone has.

  My eyes narrowed, my throat locking again as my lips trembled, slowly cracking and failing to suppress the disgust rising from within me.

  — I...

  My knees were so weak, I hadn't realized it yet, when I clung to her rough uniform with my bloodied hands.

  My vision was dark and blurry.

  — I killed... I killed.