Another piece that brings back some good memories.
A boy like this was in our squad. We made a man out of him.
We made a man out of all of them. Screaming, kicking, and covered in blood- it didn't matter. He just had to take the life of the child infront of him under the Sargent's Orders.
What should have taken 1 bullet took a whole round. He was shaking so bad that the first shot missed and tore into the young ones leg. I think at that point the child screamed before more miss aimed bullets grazed her skin.
It took a while, but we made men of them all.