Us or them

The breath catches in my throat

As I handle the trigger on my gun

I force myself to step forward

Into the chaos and destruction of war.

My eyes sting and my hands shake

But I know I must go on.

The harshness of hatred hits me

As I witness the pain all around me

Engulfing me.

A million different choices flood my head.

Run or retreat.

Live or die.

Us or them.