Not My Story Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Not my story

During the fight of the French and the Algerians
I was caught in the middle of it.
A French surgeon who sided with Algeria, had
Given then vital information and four of us legioners
We're told to execute him.
When we arrived, he was in the middle of surgery
So we decided to wait, none of us wanted the job
But orders areorders so we waited
Finally he came out we had guns at the ready
And he said: I don't want any of you to be guilty2
By then he popped a pill in his mouth and died
Instantly, an ambulance was called and we did
Acollective relief we didn't have to kill him.
For a reason unknown to me, I was sent to an officer
Course it was decided I was best at the security services
And ended by a career as colonel specializing
In African affairs, many people have died by my findings
I don't