IIIII

We huddled close together, but not for comfort.
It was the darkest night, yet the moon was full. There were heavy midnight clouds passing over often, hiding the white glow of the orb. It left the night too cold.
He grabbed me when the train came. I listened to the murmurs of the others board, some of them already thankful. Some of them already forgetting.
He stood us there until the train pulled away.
I watched the other men left behind mull around waiting for orders. All their voices were thick and low. Mostly ugly words fell from their mouths.
When he told them to leave, they did not question him.
He dragged me across the grassland and I could hear her, the woman who had lost her children, somewhere near.
She was pure animal now, past any point of misery.
"Wir können sie töten," he taunted me in my ear; he laughed.
If I had been younger, I would have offered to do it. I wanted to kick her in her teeth. End her. She was gone, already.
The sound of the gun surprised me.
The absolute loudness replaced with no sound.
I had not even realized he had let go of me.
He was laughing when he grabbed me again and started to drag me over to his jeep.
I knew from seeing his face, he liked to laugh a lot.