War 2

My Son came home. For a well earned rest. 6 months he had served. He was the best. In his shining brand new jet. He looked the same. Childish face loving grin. What did you do. My fine young man? I killed more than anyone. I made the earth boil. Hospitals, churches, all succumb. To the dropping of my bomb. But my son. We raised you to be loving and mild. Not to be a ravaging evil kind. How can you do these terrible things? It's OK Dad. They are not real people you know. Only fodder. For me to blow. I am doing my duty. To God and King. My orders are kill everything. You are no longer my son. I renounce you. For what you have done God will not forgive you, nor I. You are covered in blood and sin. You rejoice in it within. ..............................................