[ FF ] `` The weapon that won the war '' ( Feedback for every response . ) 400 words or less .

I am a human being. I have a wife. I have a child. I was born and raised by my mother and father in a small town. I am a person. 
 I am the man who wiped three thousand from the face of the earth. 
 The day it dropped. It was a beautiful day. Where I was, and where they were. It had to be a calm, windless, cloudless day there, so we could get maximum concentration, with as little collateral as possible. I think it was such a nice day here so I could know what it was like to wake up without any reason to worry, watch the children play, hear the birds sing, and have a knot of fear snarl in my stomach for no good reason. 
 Over there, it dropped at 3:00 precisely. No one realized it at first. At 3:15, it started to spread. 3:30, the first symptoms. A bloody nose for some, painful headaches for the rest. 3:45, most were bleeding profusely out of all mucus membranes, the blood pouring out uncontrollably. 3:50, they had bled out and starting the process of accelerated decomposition. At 4:00, their bodies had become dust. The wind picked up, and carried the particles west. Every living breathing human in that village was gone without a trace within the hour. Like they'd never been there. Like they'd never mattered. 
 I spent that hour sequestered in my office. I did n't come out for the rest of the night. I wanted to hide myself from the brilliant summer sun watching over me like the horrible eyes of god. I wanted to hide myself from human memory. I wanted to fade away until no one remembered my name. I wanted to remove myself from the equation, the cold math that had led to painful death for three thousand people I'd never met half a world away. 
 At 9:00, the White House called. They congratulated me, said what I'd done was painful, but worth it. Said I was a hero. I must have said something in return, but I ca n't recall what exactly. 
 After the call. I sat quietly. I tried to clear my head, stop the buzzing in my skull. I went to my child's room. I watched as he slept. I counted each rise and fall. He turned over fitfully, then returned to peaceful slumber. All throughout, I told myself that I was doing if for him. I would free him from a world of war and hate. Now I realized, I'd cast a shadow of him. The shadow of disease, spreading across the world and consuming it. The shadow of his father, the destroyer. The shadow of hungry nations, profiteering and pounding their chests, right up until the end. Now, he would never be free.
