I
Those poor creatures
They killed everyone of them
II
It really happened
It was that second patrol, in Shire, something had happened there, that group of men, led by him who we desperately seek to stop, had been seen there
So we had to check that out, and we did
It was that silence that first got our attention, no cheerful everyday talk or good day greetings, only
withdrawn glances, hiding the glimpses of fear and anger when turning away from us
I think he guessed already then, that commander, for he did not, we did not stop there to ask questions of any kind, we just moved on and the silence grew
I can't
Then they were there
They were not there
We saw the flames already when entering that village, it was all flames and remains of flames and all of them all those sweet little people, lying there, slaughtered to the last soul and they were everywhere and no one breathed and they were all cut and
They were not
…
It wasn't like that
Some of them survived. Someone talked to us, the rest just watched when we tried to find a clue that would lead us back to their tracks
We took care of the bodies, with the assistance of those who still remain left. The commander found the trails again so we followed them until it was clear that their head start had been too great
…
Now we are back. I reminisce this no more
III
He was hurt. It was that stabbing
Something happened there
I forgot that, those events that happened afterward were so devastating...they still are...
But something happened. It happened to all of us – we had to defend ourselves, that attack came out of nowhere and suddenly we were in the middle of a fight, trying to stop it, trying to keep ourselves alive
No.
It was him who
And it was not right
...
