My Enemy
execution F shooting

   The fight was short and intense and we did well but something happened to me. I remember a blow and falling and darkness. When I awake my hands are tied behind me around a small tree and I am bleeding from small injuries. I was a prisoner and that ment I was dead but only after long and painful questioning. We had been at war with the invaders for over two years and I had no doupt of what they would do to me. As I looked around I realised that I was the only member of my band here but there were many of the enemy bleeding and dead. Taking comfort in the fact that I had not sold myself cheaply I waited. Things settled down and got sorted out and a large noncom approched me. With a start I read his name tag and realised I knew of him. His special unit hunted down many of our fighters and was fierce in battle but it was said he was a honorable man.
   " So you are awake at last and we meet at last. I've been trying to meet you for a year now but you keep playing hard to get. You and your fighters are as good as I'd heard and you should be proud of your unit. However we, you and I have a problem and we need to talk.
As you know I'm suposed to turn over  any of you we capture to the tender mercies of state security. What you do not know is that you have won. We are withdrawing starting Monday and the war will end in less then two weeks. This most likely would have been your last fight. I know you to be a worthy enemy and respect you and would set you free if I could but I can't. The SS spy in my unit will report that we captured you and if I were to lose you they would shoot the lot of us. I must protect my men. However I can report that it was impossable to return with you because of your injures and our position here. The best I can do is offer you a clean death here on the battlefield. What is your choice?"
   " When I awoke and found I was captured I knew I was dead and the choice beween you or the SS slime is no choice at all. What do you have in mind?"
   " You could be shot while escaping or you could die from a field execution. I could explain away either. I would point out I may not be as clean if you are running but you would be seen as a hero fighting to the end."
   "And you would risk having your kindness seen for what it is and having to pay for it. I am already a hero and if I'm dead it won't really matter to me anyway. How would you execute me?"
   " Fireing squad or a single bullet to the head. Your choice."
   " Do you have men you trust to shoot cleanly or would they take the chance for payback?"
   " I have enought men who will do the right thing if that is your wish."
   " It is. I am woman enought that the thought of having my face destroyed by a bullet offends me and there is something noble about refusing the blindfold no?"
   I was stood up by my tree and six men were detailed for the squad and took their places a short distance away. They were given their orders and he returned and offered me a blindfold. " No thank you. I think your men should be rewarded for their efforts. Would you please remove my shirt and bra that they may have a more pleasing target?" He did so and I stood proudly with my bare breasts waiting for the bullets. If I must die I would die with a flair besides I have very nice breasts and enjoyed showing them off one last time.
   The old commands were given and I was looking at six loaded weapons aimed at my exposed chest and the heart beating there.
Before the last command was given I spoke up." If I may I wish to give the order myself." He nodded and I continued."Take aim FIRE." 
   The bullets seemed to strike me before the guns fired but of course they didn't. Still I felt a series of heavy hard punches hit my chest and as my head dropped I saw splashes of my blood flying from my breasts and the space beween them. My back hit the tree and I felt splinters of wood stick in my skin as the slugs ripped both flesh and wood with their passage. The impact drove the air from my lungs and I started  to slide down. I try to inhale and stand but my lungs don't seem to work anymore and my legs have gone weak. As the world goes dark I watch my blood pour from the holes in my proud chest and feel the wetness on my back. The ground hits my knees and I taste the dirt in my mouth without understanding why I am on the ground. All the light in the world dims to a pinpoint and disappears.