(Aggressor)
Dear Journal,
Oh how hard my job is; killing innocent people left and right just because they're my orders. Do you know how hard it is to cut off a little boys arm as he pleads and begs you not too? Do you know how hard it is to torture and shoot people and see the fear in their eyes? Sometimes I wonder if I should speak up, stop the killings, do something, do anything. But I know that if I do, I will be tortured and killed. I have a family too! What if the government went after them? There is no way I could risk that. But still. Every time I see a little boy or girl get separated from their parents, it hurts. I just wonder how I would feel if that was my son or daughter.
Anyway, today was just an awful day. We took some prisoners out to the field and got them working. There was a very pregnant lady and she was moving much slower than the rest. Another soldier went over and started screaming at her. He told her that she had two choices, either get her baby cut out of her, or give up her only son. The little boy was screaming and sobbing. “Please, no! Please,” he cried. The soldier was only doing this to make an example to all the others. So what if the woman was moving a little slower than the rest; she’s pregnant what do you expect!
In the end, the woman decided to keep her son and give up her unborn baby. I’m not going to go into detail but it was gruesome and completely inhumane. The soldier even forced the little boy to watch. I know that he will never forget that for as long as he lives. Even though the woman was in a lot of pain, she did not die. She will eventually though I’m sure. The tools they used for the operation were not clean. She will most likely contract some type of infection in the near future. I wonder what the little boy will do then. He will be so alone. I sure hope all of this ends soon.
(Victim)
Dear Journal,
Today June 10, 1982, I witnessed the most horrible thing in the world. The soldiers were picking people to work in the fields, and my mother and I were chosen randomly. The aggressor told my mother she wasn’t able to work because she is pregnant. She had two options; either give up me, her only son, or have the aggressor cut my little sister out of my dear mother. My mother chose to keep me. I screamed no because I couldn’t imagine living with myself knowing that I was the reason for my little sisters death. Even though I told my mother I refused this option, she preceded with her decision.
Later on in the day the aggressors made me watch. Tears filled my eyes as my mother tried to stay strong for me. I could tell my mother was holding back all the pain and fear. I don’t know how someone could possibly take the life of another human; it’s not fair. How would the aggressor like it if I went and took his little baby away from him? None of the aggressors seemed to be impacted by the thought that they were killing a little baby, as if it were normal.
Weeks went by after the incident occurred when my mother finally told me the truth. We were eating our daily portion of bread when she said, “I gave up your unborn sister because I couldn’t possibly separate from you. I already had to be separated from your father.” The fact that my mother cared for me so much made me break down in tears. I can’t believe that she would risk her life, due to an infection from her wound, just to be with me.
Dear Journal,
Oh how hard my job is; killing innocent people left and right just because they're my orders. Do you know how hard it is to cut off a little boys arm as he pleads and begs you not too? Do you know how hard it is to torture and shoot people and see the fear in their eyes? Sometimes I wonder if I should speak up, stop the killings, do something, do anything. But I know that if I do, I will be tortured and killed. I have a family too! What if the government went after them? There is no way I could risk that. But still. Every time I see a little boy or girl get separated from their parents, it hurts. I just wonder how I would feel if that was my son or daughter.
Anyway, today was just an awful day. We took some prisoners out to the field and got them working. There was a very pregnant lady and she was moving much slower than the rest. Another soldier went over and started screaming at her. He told her that she had two choices, either get her baby cut out of her, or give up her only son. The little boy was screaming and sobbing. “Please, no! Please,” he cried. The soldier was only doing this to make an example to all the others. So what if the woman was moving a little slower than the rest; she’s pregnant what do you expect!
In the end, the woman decided to keep her son and give up her unborn baby. I’m not going to go into detail but it was gruesome and completely inhumane. The soldier even forced the little boy to watch. I know that he will never forget that for as long as he lives. Even though the woman was in a lot of pain, she did not die. She will eventually though I’m sure. The tools they used for the operation were not clean. She will most likely contract some type of infection in the near future. I wonder what the little boy will do then. He will be so alone. I sure hope all of this ends soon.
(Victim)
Dear Journal,
Today June 10, 1982, I witnessed the most horrible thing in the world. The soldiers were picking people to work in the fields, and my mother and I were chosen randomly. The aggressor told my mother she wasn’t able to work because she is pregnant. She had two options; either give up me, her only son, or have the aggressor cut my little sister out of my dear mother. My mother chose to keep me. I screamed no because I couldn’t imagine living with myself knowing that I was the reason for my little sisters death. Even though I told my mother I refused this option, she preceded with her decision.
Later on in the day the aggressors made me watch. Tears filled my eyes as my mother tried to stay strong for me. I could tell my mother was holding back all the pain and fear. I don’t know how someone could possibly take the life of another human; it’s not fair. How would the aggressor like it if I went and took his little baby away from him? None of the aggressors seemed to be impacted by the thought that they were killing a little baby, as if it were normal.
Weeks went by after the incident occurred when my mother finally told me the truth. We were eating our daily portion of bread when she said, “I gave up your unborn sister because I couldn’t possibly separate from you. I already had to be separated from your father.” The fact that my mother cared for me so much made me break down in tears. I can’t believe that she would risk her life, due to an infection from her wound, just to be with me.