A Soldier’s End

Once, their blood ran hot. It ran and ran and ran and no one could stop it. They died doing things they wished they never had to do. They were forced by point of gun to achieve whatever ridiculous thing that was asked. Take that hill, defend this bridge, shoot that way. Suppress, suppress, suppress, and always aim center mass.

What I hear is few people actually aim in combat.



The untrustworthy and emotionally inexperienced, proof that we are all the same and one of us is just as capable as the next if given time and consideration, or disposable if not.

It’s this right? The grand equalizer, the white stain of useless ground made sacred by men unwilling or unable to earn peace.

Sadly, yep.

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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