From that time, I swore to myself that there wouldn't be a second time I would do such a cruel deed.I am a cruel man.My job was to ease their suffering moans and to give them a comfortable death.The soldiers, after being struck with poisons and their suffering gone, would put on a smile and go in peace...During the war, there was no more room in the temporary clinic, so a lot of soldiers had to be transported out, one after another...
