Freedom

"You call yourself a hero? You call yourself a man!?!?" He shouted angrily at the ground, his fists trembling in anger.. a man stood before Peter, a bit taller, with more muscle mass, dressed in a military suit. "You ungrateful fuck! You can't even appreciate your own family, you mistreat women, you're dirty, cheating, lying scum! How can you be grateful for your country if you can't even be grateful for your very own life.. Your own son, a loving woman.." Peters face turned red, the military man looked at him frustrated, he couldn't understand what Peter was saying, like he spoke a different language. "You're a piece of shit!!! I'm ashamed to know that you serve our country, I'm ashamed that you are part of the army that is supposed to defend us.. a dirty rag, I can't even use you to dry my dishes, how can I expect you to protect my freedom, how can I trust you to care? You'd run at the site of danger!" Peters vains bulged, his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, his hair nearly caught on fire.. The military man stared, fell to his knees and cried as though he'd seen the devil himself. Peters fury only grew, his fists got tighter, his nails dug into his palms, droplets of blood trickled down to the ground. He put his fists over the mans head and let the blood drip down his face, the man fainted... Peter grabbed a shovel and dug a 6 foot hole, wide enough for a car to fit. It calmed his rage a bit. but the thought of... Her... Well it was bittersweet.. She made all his problems seem smaller, insignificant, but it made other problems MUCH bigger.. He dragged the fainted man and dropped him into the vast hole, proceeded to cover it. He heard faint cries, but ignored them, he continued filling the gaping hole in the ground, he was in a trance, a spell.. "That'll teach him.."