They gave me the name The Soldier, and it makes sense. It's what I am. No, wait. It's what I was. I'm still not really used to that.
I left the military under a cloud; a stormy cloud that I can't seem to shake off. I leave things a lot, because before that, I left my home and family under another dark cloud, but I have no regrets about that. Apart from my sister. I will always regret leaving her there after doing what I did. And now I just betrayed the only people who showed me any kind of support for years, and they are not the type of people you betray, not unless you want to end up wrapped in a body bag in the bottom of the River Thames.
But here comes another cloud, another storm, and lightning bolts that are illuminating this dark world I live in, because there's a chance I can turn it around. There's a chance I can make amends and maybe prove my real worth. There's a chance I can finally get my life back on track... I just have to kill to do it.
Again. I have to kill again.
But I don't want to be a killer anymore.
That's what I'm reminded of when someone from my past shows up and reminds me who I really am. Because I'm not a killer, I'm a soldier, trained to serve and protect. I'm not a killer, I'm a brother who did everything to keep her safe. I'm not a killer, I'm just someone's friend who did the right and just thing.
But killing is the only way I can get back what I lost.
I'm not a killer... Am I?
Genre: Mystery
I left the military under a cloud; a stormy cloud that I can't seem to shake off. I leave things a lot, because before that, I left my home and family under another dark cloud, but I have no regrets about that. Apart from my sister. I will always regret leaving her there after doing what I did. And now I just betrayed the only people who showed me any kind of support for years, and they are not the type of people you betray, not unless you want to end up wrapped in a body bag in the bottom of the River Thames.
But here comes another cloud, another storm, and lightning bolts that are illuminating this dark world I live in, because there's a chance I can turn it around. There's a chance I can make amends and maybe prove my real worth. There's a chance I can finally get my life back on track... I just have to kill to do it.
Again. I have to kill again.
But I don't want to be a killer anymore.
That's what I'm reminded of when someone from my past shows up and reminds me who I really am. Because I'm not a killer, I'm a soldier, trained to serve and protect. I'm not a killer, I'm a brother who did everything to keep her safe. I'm not a killer, I'm just someone's friend who did the right and just thing.
But killing is the only way I can get back what I lost.
I'm not a killer... Am I?
Genre: Mystery
Used availability for Frances M Thompson's The Way We Were