What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The challenge, this week, is "Required".
He sat on the edge of his foxhole, the blank stare on his face explained, perhaps, by the blood spatter across his fatigues. His knuckles were white with his grip on his rifle, held high and close to his chest.
"Are you okay, Marine?"
He slowly looked up at his Lieutenant.
"They're kids, Sir. These guys don't even shave", his gaze shifting to the bodies laying on the ground in front of his foxhole.
"You did what was required, Marine. You did what it takes to survive."
"But they're just kids, Sir."
"So are you, Marine."
"No, Sir. Not anymore."