“Soldier, stand at attention when you speak to me, said the British officer.”
“Sir, you are nothing to me, I’m far superior to you and your kind. You would have become slaves in our new world.”
Soldier, your supercilious attitude will only get you deeper into trouble. We are conducting this preliminary hearing into the crimes you committed at the concentration camp. The evidence we have against you will no doubt result in a death sentence for you, unless you cooperate with us now, during this inquest.
“We eliminated thousands like you, said the soldier. You are an untermench- you belong to an inferior race of stupid people who should be wiped off the earth.”
“It is obvious that you won’t cooperate, so you are hereby ordered to stand trial before the war crimes tribunal. They have all the evidence and witnesses to your crimes they need to convict you of mass murder and complicity in crimes against humanity, said the British officer.”
“They will not convict me, said the soldier. I did my duty and followed orders from my superiors. What we did was completely justifiable. It was necessary to eliminate all those sub-humans ,so that our race could proliferate in their lands. The world would be much better off.”
“Guards! escort the prisoner back to his cell.”
The members of this tribunal have found you guilty of mass murder and complicity in crimes against humanity. Have you anything to say before sentence is pronounced?”
“We did what we had to do. We eliminated those vermin, those rapacious people, who would otherwise take control of the world. We got rid of most of them and that should not be considered a crime. We should be rewarded instead.”
“You are hereby sentenced to death by hanging. The sentence is to be carried out immediately.”
The guards escorted the now frightened soldier to the place of execution. On the scaffold, they placed a black hood over his head and put the noose around his neck.
The soldier began to scream and yell for mercy. “I’m innocent,-I’ve done nothing wrong.”
The executioner stepped back from the trap door and pulled the handle that opened it. The sound of his neck snapping reverberated through the small chamber.
“Wake up! Honey, wake up! You are yelling and screaming. You are having a nightmare.”
I woke up, bathed in sweat, with a choking feeling om my throat and shaking all over.
Kenny Beechmount- Flash fiction