the last one

the soldier was at home finally, but his friends and family could tell something was wrong he just wasen't his old self. that night the soldier went home and as he laid in bed trying to go to sleep he started to think about the war. about the people he met, about the lives he impacted, and about the people he killed. fourteen in all he didnt know their faces, he didnt know their families, he didn't know about their lives. all that he knew was that they were dead, he heard thr crying of their families when they found out their child was dead. he felt bad at first but then he became immune to it all, numb to the killing, the war, to the world. as he lay there in bed thinking about the lives he had taken, he decided to take one more and this one he would feel. so he got out of bed and went to his closet there he got a pistol out of an old shoe box. he was ready to feel again ready to take that last life so he did. at three a.m on april the second the soldier was pronounced dead from a gunshot wound to the head, they decided it was sucicide...he took the last life