(This is Part Two of our story. Click here to read Part One if you haven’t already.)
“Mom! I killed people! I watched them die. I heard them scream. I watched life….just…gone, Mom.”
My son’s crying was loud enough now that it disguised my own. His was due to the horror of war tearing away his humanity, his innocence. Evil had sneered its deplorable face in battle and scared his heart.