Gunfire, bombs, and screams. That’s all he hears in his dreams now, it’s been 3 weeks and he still remembers that one soldier, the one with the barrel of his gun in between Aart’s eyes. Whenever he has that dream it gets all the more terrifying, all of his friends tell him it’ll fade but he doesn’t think it will. When that man aimed his gun Aart saw a mix of disgust, pity, and loathing. Killing won’t be easy they tell him but you get used to it. Aart didn’t believe them and this nightmare doesn’t help, in his mind and in the world.
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