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A reflection on the human condition through care package theft
Spoonerism
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There are many ugly things in this world; things which make one question the existence of God, things which arouse feelings of disgust and contempt for the rest of humanity. Some of the atrocities committed by our fellow Humans make me think, sometimes, that this world would be better off without our hateful little species.
Today, I encountered one of these atrocities.
I was at an airport, with my squad. We were supposedly protecting the folks back home from the extremist threat. In the name of 'freedom', I took life after life; not caring that each round to leave my gun took a small piece of my humanity away with it. I found myself outside, underneath the plane. As I rounded the rear wheel, I found a man crawling for the sanctuary of some nearby boxes. I didn't hesitate. I pulled the trigger without a moment's thought. He slumped forward; dead before he even realised I was here. I almost had a moment of empathy for the man; then I remembered, we're the good guys here.
My moment of almost-guilt was interrupted by a radio transmission. "Care package ready!" I threw the smoke beacon down on the runway and retreated to safety. As the helicopter swooped by, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to face my adversary. Too late.
The insurgent fired directly into my chest, I was dead before I hit the floor.
Or so I thought. I opened my eyes to find myself back inside the airport lounge. How did I find myself here, no idea. One thing was for sure, I didn't have any bullet holes in me now. I noticed the smoke signal outside; if I did imagine my death, I didn't imagine the events before it. I ran towards that care package like an Olympic sprinter. As I drew nearer, I noticed a member of my squad crouched behind it, "Probably just securing it" I thought. As I reached the crate, my team-mate emerged with a laptop; that's when I realised, he wasn't protecting anything, he was stealing my care package!
I looked him in the eyes as he called in the air strike; there was no guilt in those eyes. If anything, he seemed amused. I saw the screaming faces of all those I'd killed, reflected in those laughing eyes. I sank to my knees, stunned by the evil I saw before me. That moment, it finally hit me. We're not the good guys, fighting the bad guys. We're just the other side of the same coin as the men we were fighting. Just as evil as them. This newly found knowledge caused me to scream curses to the gods, I roared at the top of my lungs until I blacked out...
What kind of man steals another man's care package and could I honestly say I wouldn't do the same, given the opportunity? Can any of us say we wouldn't?
Today, I encountered one of these atrocities.
I was at an airport, with my squad. We were supposedly protecting the folks back home from the extremist threat. In the name of 'freedom', I took life after life; not caring that each round to leave my gun took a small piece of my humanity away with it. I found myself outside, underneath the plane. As I rounded the rear wheel, I found a man crawling for the sanctuary of some nearby boxes. I didn't hesitate. I pulled the trigger without a moment's thought. He slumped forward; dead before he even realised I was here. I almost had a moment of empathy for the man; then I remembered, we're the good guys here.
My moment of almost-guilt was interrupted by a radio transmission. "Care package ready!" I threw the smoke beacon down on the runway and retreated to safety. As the helicopter swooped by, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to face my adversary. Too late.
The insurgent fired directly into my chest, I was dead before I hit the floor.
Or so I thought. I opened my eyes to find myself back inside the airport lounge. How did I find myself here, no idea. One thing was for sure, I didn't have any bullet holes in me now. I noticed the smoke signal outside; if I did imagine my death, I didn't imagine the events before it. I ran towards that care package like an Olympic sprinter. As I drew nearer, I noticed a member of my squad crouched behind it, "Probably just securing it" I thought. As I reached the crate, my team-mate emerged with a laptop; that's when I realised, he wasn't protecting anything, he was stealing my care package!
I looked him in the eyes as he called in the air strike; there was no guilt in those eyes. If anything, he seemed amused. I saw the screaming faces of all those I'd killed, reflected in those laughing eyes. I sank to my knees, stunned by the evil I saw before me. That moment, it finally hit me. We're not the good guys, fighting the bad guys. We're just the other side of the same coin as the men we were fighting. Just as evil as them. This newly found knowledge caused me to scream curses to the gods, I roared at the top of my lungs until I blacked out...
What kind of man steals another man's care package and could I honestly say I wouldn't do the same, given the opportunity? Can any of us say we wouldn't?
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Edit: Wait, this is fanfiction? Yarrrrgh.
Also, care package thieves are the scum of the earth.