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My heart beats deep in my chest
Ba-bum ba-bum
Something’s not right
I can feel it stirring in my bones
Like an itch in the far back of my mind
Telling me to stop
But don’t Good Soldiers Follow Orders?
At least that’s what my mind tells me
Hot metal burns cool gloves
As I raise my blaster high
Shots fired
Harsh cries
Sharp recoil
And then silence
I blink, but the world remains blurry
A hazy vision in my mind’s eye
Boots moving through the dusty earth
Marching towards the waiting ship
Brothers
Soldiers fall into line around me
Marching in long straight lines
Perfection in a warzone
Good Soldiers Follow Orders?
But in the back of my mind
A small voice calls out
Begging me to turn back, away
My feet will not listen
There is no escaping the nightmare
It was always inevitable
Because, as it turns out
It is not Good Soldiers who Follow Orders
Instead, it is Good Soldiers
Who must be made to Follow Orders