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curiosity of the roadblock. Ignored for so long, now this. I really think the pilot there had something to do with Kirk’s death.”
“You still want revenge?”
“Oh yeah. At least to protect our group. The guys in that helicopter are not just out here, looking around, admiring the scenery. You know they will be coming back.”
Peter started to talk, but Kathy interrupted. “And you’re darn right I want revenge. Do I ever.” Kathy paused and lowered her voice. “I’m really tempted to leave the compound right now and try and track down the guy who killed Kirk.”
Peter tilted the game cart onto its wheels and started back up the trail. He passed up Kathy, and she followed.
“Hey, maybe I can be in front,” Kathy said. “I would rather not look at your cargo there.”
“Sure. Sorry about that.” The bottom of the duffel bag had some noticeable blood soaking through it.
Kathy passed up Peter and the two continued walking up the trail.
“Yeah, I want revenge, alright,” she muttered. “Jackie seems like she wants to just go with the flow or something; I don’t know. I don’t care. If I were married to Kirk I would be tracking down and killing whoever did this to him.”
Peter slowed down. “You need to let it go, Kathy. Do your best. At least try.”
“Not possible. I really want to kill the guy. Sure, I wasn’t his wife but I still had feelings for him. I admit it. Yes, I want to kill the guy who did this, really bad. I have never wanted to kill anyone like I do right now.”
“I’ve been there, believe me.”
“Maybe it’s different with me. Kirk and I were in love.” Kathy lowered her voice a little, and sounded cold. “I want to find the scumbag who did this and squeeze his neck. And I want to keep squeezing. I want my face to be the last thing he sees before he dies. The very last thing.”
“You have to get control of yourself, Kathy. I’m serious.”
The two walked on the trail in silence for a while.
“I understand what you’re feeling. Very angry, wanting revenge. When the killing was all around me in Iraq I read my Bible. Just pick anywhere in the Bible. God will lead you to a part of the Bible that he wants you to read. In my case, I wound up reading a lot of Philippians. Paul wrote that book when he thought he was about to be executed, and it is a happy part of the Bible. That part of the Bible really spoke to me, and it calmed me down.”
“And that worked?”
“Yes. And the killing all around me in Iraq got much worse. I kept my cool by reading the Bible and praying. It got me through.”
“Could be,” Kathy agreed. “I was reading about David the other day. Not our David, but King David. He killed a lot of people.”
“Yeah, that’s true. And killing people really changes you, take it from me. King David, and all his men were probably in shock 24/7. I’ll bet they all had PTSD. And David still wrote parts of the Bible. Pretty incredible.”
“He did it with God’s help,” Kathy said, appearing to calm down a little.
“Yes, amen, that’s the only way he could have done it. Nowadays, anyone who has been around that much killing would be curled up in a fetal position in their apartment or something. David and Sean, for example, probably won’t be sleeping for a few days. They will be messed up for a while. At least David will be. For some reason Sean seems to be handling it better.”
The two hiked further up the trail in silence. “It’s starting to get dark,” Peter said. “But we’ll make it back in time.”
“Peter, how many people did you kill in Iraq?”
“A few. I never forgot my first one, though. At first, I got shot at, and I just stood there, stunned, standing like a mannequin. I realized that the shot missed me. Then I decided to shoot back, and I followed the guy who shot at me. It was weird. It’s like my brain was sitting back,
“You still want revenge?”
“Oh yeah. At least to protect our group. The guys in that helicopter are not just out here, looking around, admiring the scenery. You know they will be coming back.”
Peter started to talk, but Kathy interrupted. “And you’re darn right I want revenge. Do I ever.” Kathy paused and lowered her voice. “I’m really tempted to leave the compound right now and try and track down the guy who killed Kirk.”
Peter tilted the game cart onto its wheels and started back up the trail. He passed up Kathy, and she followed.
“Hey, maybe I can be in front,” Kathy said. “I would rather not look at your cargo there.”
“Sure. Sorry about that.” The bottom of the duffel bag had some noticeable blood soaking through it.
Kathy passed up Peter and the two continued walking up the trail.
“Yeah, I want revenge, alright,” she muttered. “Jackie seems like she wants to just go with the flow or something; I don’t know. I don’t care. If I were married to Kirk I would be tracking down and killing whoever did this to him.”
Peter slowed down. “You need to let it go, Kathy. Do your best. At least try.”
“Not possible. I really want to kill the guy. Sure, I wasn’t his wife but I still had feelings for him. I admit it. Yes, I want to kill the guy who did this, really bad. I have never wanted to kill anyone like I do right now.”
“I’ve been there, believe me.”
“Maybe it’s different with me. Kirk and I were in love.” Kathy lowered her voice a little, and sounded cold. “I want to find the scumbag who did this and squeeze his neck. And I want to keep squeezing. I want my face to be the last thing he sees before he dies. The very last thing.”
“You have to get control of yourself, Kathy. I’m serious.”
The two walked on the trail in silence for a while.
“I understand what you’re feeling. Very angry, wanting revenge. When the killing was all around me in Iraq I read my Bible. Just pick anywhere in the Bible. God will lead you to a part of the Bible that he wants you to read. In my case, I wound up reading a lot of Philippians. Paul wrote that book when he thought he was about to be executed, and it is a happy part of the Bible. That part of the Bible really spoke to me, and it calmed me down.”
“And that worked?”
“Yes. And the killing all around me in Iraq got much worse. I kept my cool by reading the Bible and praying. It got me through.”
“Could be,” Kathy agreed. “I was reading about David the other day. Not our David, but King David. He killed a lot of people.”
“Yeah, that’s true. And killing people really changes you, take it from me. King David, and all his men were probably in shock 24/7. I’ll bet they all had PTSD. And David still wrote parts of the Bible. Pretty incredible.”
“He did it with God’s help,” Kathy said, appearing to calm down a little.
“Yes, amen, that’s the only way he could have done it. Nowadays, anyone who has been around that much killing would be curled up in a fetal position in their apartment or something. David and Sean, for example, probably won’t be sleeping for a few days. They will be messed up for a while. At least David will be. For some reason Sean seems to be handling it better.”
The two hiked further up the trail in silence. “It’s starting to get dark,” Peter said. “But we’ll make it back in time.”
“Peter, how many people did you kill in Iraq?”
“A few. I never forgot my first one, though. At first, I got shot at, and I just stood there, stunned, standing like a mannequin. I realized that the shot missed me. Then I decided to shoot back, and I followed the guy who shot at me. It was weird. It’s like my brain was sitting back,
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