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  • Of cource not
  • Have ever killed anyone
  • It was a difficultl moment;but here i want to pretend she's a grown-up. I want to tell her exactly what happened,or what I remember happening, and then I want to say to her that as a litlle girl she was absolutely right. This is why I keep writing war stories; Hes was a short, slender young man of about twenty. I was afraid of him afraid of something and as he passed me on the trail  I threw a granate that exploded at his feet and killed him.
  • I reached out and found there grenate and lined them up in front of me; the pins had already been straightened for quick throwing. And them for maybe half an hour I kneeled there and waited. Very graduatelly, in tiny slivers, awn began to break through the fog and from my position in the brush I could see ten or fifteen meters up the trail the mosquitoes were fierce.  I remember slapping at them, wondering if I should wake up kiowa and ask for ome repellent, then thinking it was a bad idea, then looking up and seeing the young man come out of the fog.
  • I had already pulled the ping on the granate. I had come up to a crouch. was entirely automatic. I did no hate the young man; I did not see him as the enemy.  I had already throuwn the granade before telling myself to throw it. The granade bounced once and rolled across the trail. I did not hear it  but there must've been a sound. He fell on his back. His rubber sandals had been blown off.
  • Later, I remember, kiowa tried to tell me that the man woul've died anyway. He told me that it was a good kill, that I was a soldier and this was a war, that I should shape up and stop staringand ask myself what the dead man would've done if things were reversed.
  • The whole platoon was there, spread out in the dense brush along the trail, and for five hours nothing at all happened. We were working in two-man teams  one man on guard while the other slept, switching off every two hours and I remember it was still dark when kiowa shook me awake for the final watch. the nigt was foggy and hot.
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