Every night I dream, I dream of the millions of faces I’ve seen that have call out to me, they drag me towards the heat. The heat from fires which burn for eternity, brought to Earth by what they call Shoah and what we call purification. The heat makes me convulse at the thought of this “Shoah” they speak of. I stare into the pale eye sockets and I jolt awake in terror.

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Even though in the night I could not see them, I could feel their eyes, hollow, empty eyes. They were staring at me from behind the barbed wire fences. Though we tried to shut them in the slum I could always feel them watching me, following my every move… The eyes! A flash of moonlight fell upon the pale face of a woman, they were her eyes. Hauntingly beautiful, filled with pain, bursting with the memories of all the unspeakable horrors that the elite of mankind are capable of. I knew then – it was all my fault.

With every step I took along my designated path echoes of my footsteps rebounded about the endless night thick with silence, piercing through it like red hot steel through butter, still I walked. I continued my patrol round and round. I could feel the darkness as it penetrated my very being, contaminating all it touched until… I knew, I was no longer marching under the menacing blackness that was the night, I was the darkness. There I was, floating in the gloom… and yet I knew, deep in my heart, that I did not belong.

They still stare with their hollow eyes out through the fences at me. They scream with the voices of countless souls and the last harrowing moments of their lives. Each appears resigned to their fates. With a glance that says “I don’t fear death, for nothing can be worse than living” I won’t stop. I can’t stop, the uniform which is as dark as a night around me comes from the hearts and minds of our leaders. This uniform represents them not me, never me. The red, gold and silver emblem on the collar fails to bring it from the darkest depths of our world; instead it has become a symbol of fear, tyranny and oppression for millions. These clothes are what I’m forced to stand for, for I am simply following orders, orders directly from the top.