He just didn't understand what the big deal was. He didn't understand why people didn't understand about killing. All killing was was changing a creature that moved into a creature that didn't. It was really that simple. He had been trained to kill since he was a boy and went hunting with his dad or uncles. Then he was trained as a soldier. It was just changing something that moved into something that didn't. God didn't have anything to do with it. When he pulled the trigger, or sank the knife blade up to the hilt into moving, moist muscle, it had nothing to do with God. God was not there then. It was only him and the creature, or him and the soldier. Him and the man. And then it was over and only one of the two remained alive. The other became a creature that didn't.

Stumble It!