He is a man. And his life is in my hands. What if he has a wife and a couple of children? And what if he is a good man and he was forced to stay there doing terrible things to my people? I can’t think about this, but I do. He is a man, but he is also a soldier. I must kill him. I don’t want to kill him, I would never forget that I killed him, but I must. For my motherland, for my ideals, for my family. I must kill him.
It’s raining. I can’t see anything. We are both lucky today.