Aces and EightsChapter 4 The Journey Begins
Friday the 20TH I stood there with the pistol smoking in my hand. All of a sudden it dawned on me what I had just done, and I started shaking. Sitting down on one of the cargo trailer's sideboards I buried my face in my hands and wept. I wept for my son, I wept for my wife. I prayed they would forgive me for what I had done. To kill a person in cold blood was against all I believed in. Rala walked over and knelt beside me and wrapped her arms around me. She whispered, "They are at peace...