As John walked into the prison, he knew he would have to draw first blood on the prisoner of war. John was a young man who had to prove himself. He walked down the long, dreary corridor of the prison with his new comrades on both sides of him while prisoners of war stood in cages beside them. John sauntered down the corridor with his gun in hand.
” PEW, PEW!” and the prisoner was dead with dark red blood dripping from his body.
“Great stuff, Cadet,” the Sergeant called out but all I could think of was the prisoner’s family.