Rating: 5.0

I committed murder and it bothers me everyday.
I killed over twenty people when I was with the CIA.
I was only doing my duty for my country but I still have their blood on my hands.
I try to go on with my life but as each day passes, it gets harder to stand.
The people who I killed were bad and perhaps they deserved what they got.
But if you're wondering if I'm happy about what I did, I am not.
The pain grew a little more when I took each life.
The agony has consumed my very soul and it even drove away my wife.
My marriage is ruined and my life is ruined as well.
I did my duty for the USA and now I live in hell.