The Night of Shattered Myth


This piece has been dedicated to each heart that had throbbed loudly enough to drown the shaky voice of a biased brain, each enemy that had dropped his gun and each friend that had been one. It is a grim narration by a Nazi soldier whose grey eyes have squinted at the destruction caused by his own self. A destruction of the helpless, but more than that, a destruction of his conscience.

Torn between his duty for his fatherland and the tiny speck of humanity that still blots his soul, he must choose.

Between what is easy, and what is right-


Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.

~Albert Camus