[ WP ] A soldier collects souveneirs throughout his tour of duty

My boots echo as I navigate the twists and turns of the hallway. A few flickering light-bulbs hanging from the ceiling give me enough light to see. Something the movies almost never get correct is that warfare is very, very loud. Gunfire, explosions, the screams of enemy's and friendlies alike as they die in horrendous pain. But this hallway is very quiet, the faint flickering of the lights and my footsteps are the only thing I hear. I had abandoned my allies several weeks ago. Did n't the United States realize that dispatching soldiers to protect civilians is completely pointless, when we, with our numbers and strength, could end this civil war and take control of this weak, useless country? Why are they choosing to limit the almost endless power they have access to? My ambition and my goals are and will be worth more than my unit. Why limit myself by staying with them? 
 
 I freeze when I hear movement ahead of me. I carefully walk to the end of this section of the hallway, peer around the corner with my rifle, and see a man slowly walking towards the stairs at the far end. I slowly walk behind him, the echo of his whistling covering my footsteps. As I get closer to him, I begin to see how young he is. High teens, maybe even high school age. His uniform is very clean, and his weapon looks like it's never been used. As I approach only a few yards behind him, I begin to reach for my knife. Though knife kills are very rarely ever actually done in combat, I prefer the *closeness* of it. 
 
 His whistling stops right before I put my foot down. He hears my footstep and starts to turn around. I immediately fire three rounds to his upper body, in this narrow hallway the sound of the shots is near deafening, the ringing covering up the sound of his body collapsing to the floor. I move up and flip him over, do my usual searches, and when I find nothing interesting, rise and begin to head toward the stairs. Right before I look away from him, however, I see something rather interesting indeed. 
 
 The small flag on his uniform had a small hole through nearly the exact center of it. A smile appears on my face as I cut it off, and unzip my inside pocket, which contains various other objects I have collected. A golden tooth. A small pocket watch. My personal favorite, a glass eyeball I had plucked from the eye of a civilian. The thought of his protests makes my smile widen. 
 
 I slip the small flag with its stars and stripes into my pocket. 
 
 
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