I'm a killer. I don't remember every face of every victim but I remember this: that look in the eyes of someone facing their end, the mixture of fear, resentment, resignation. It was my job, just my job. I stole lives. Now they-the men, the women and, God help me, the children-steal my sleep, my peace of mind, my soul. I am a haunted man. This government asked too much from its soldiers. It asked too much from its citizens. It asks too much from me...