A Hero's Reluctance To See The Truth Of Evil

Calmly, silently, he removed the ancient weapon, the Colt revolver, from his ragged backpack. It was something he’d been saving for that final moment, but suicide now appealed less to him after witnessing the deaths of his friends. And the madmen had to be stopped.
  A woman was screaming. His ears had almost numbed to the sound, the countless cries, throughout the day; through the night. Why had God forsaken them? Taken their children and husbands from them? They reserved the right to die.
  The war had started almost innocently three years before as a non-violent protest. They just wanted to be free from oppression. What the ensuing insurrection brought, however, was far far worse. Their homeland had been transformed into an unrecognizable wasteland of terror.