Bullets whizzed past him. Bodies fell beside him, behind him, but he pressed on. He fired and fired at his enemies, caring for nothing but survival.
The enemies retreated. He was glad to survive for another day.
The boy soldier took out the bible someone had given him before the battle and read.
He loved to read about Jesus. This was one man who was not scared of soldiers. When soldiers came to arrest Him, He was not afraid. This was the Man who chose on his own accord to die so that others might live.
The boy wept.
Jesus, my hands are stained with blood. Will you forgive me, please?
The boy slept well, gripping the bible more than he gripped his rifle.