The Senator
He thought the soldiers would rise up in a legion. He thought their betrayed faces would turn to undead devils, accusatory, a holy mission. They would demand of him why. Why were they torn apart, thrown without discrimination or calculation at the enemy. Sent out to their deaths because he had decided it should be so. Oh, and the other recruits would be there too. Not the ones from Michigan or Kansas, but the ones from across the sea; they would hold hands and drag him down.
But they were never going to come for him, those soldiers. No soldiers would come at all. No retribution, no revenge, no demanding of why.
No. The soldiers would rest now. They would be still.
He should have been afraid of the slaughtered innocents. They were not angry at the soldiers who had tortured them, raped them, burned their homes. They were all turning to him. Their time had come.
