Unknown Fear

I never knew his name, yet as I knelt down beside him and raised the knife to kill him, I felt a terrible feeling of satisfaction as I thought about what I was going to do. I was about to kill this man, I barely knew him, yet somehow, he'd done me wrong. Actually, he'd done my country wrong.
Just being a soldier and knowing that it's my job to kill enemies chills me to my feet. Killing up close and personal was whole new game to me. I could barely make my hand come down and stab him to make that final move that'd eventually kill him. WHen I did, I shivered as I heard the poor guy scream. His scream was still echoing in my head, long after he fell limp and cut off in mid-scream. He was as still as a board and I shivered as I looked at him just lying there on the leafy floor of the jungle.
The last expression I read on his face was horrible. It was pure fear. The most frightening part was his eyes. Those eyes will follow me to my grave and beyond. They were the eyes of a man who was sent crazy in those final seconds of his life. They were the eyes of a man who was wild with fear about the manner in which his death was comming and also the fear of who was doing it.
Whenever I close my eyes, in my mind's eye, I see his open and that haunting look haunts me all through the night.