Traitor

by joetwo

He thought he was a hero as he marched off to war, marching to fight for king and country.

Everyone else thought he was one too, cheering and clapping as he went by.

He thought he was a hero as he turned the guns of the ship against the buildings of his own

city. Sure; the rebels were the ones who started the fight. Weren’t they at war? Didn’t they

know who the enemy was?

Then he came home, home to a changed land, with new myths, new heroes. They didn’t call

him hero anymore. They called him Traitor.

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