The warden held the judgment in his one hand and took a drag of his cigar as he looked at the blue sky outside. He let his eyes drift away, and fall on the inmates enjoying themselves with a relaxing game of football. Brown rugged ground below, the blue clear sky above, and a puff of smoke rising lazily. A million questions, a thousand thoughts of sympathy and anguish. He let his cigar smoke roll away and wished if he could do just that.
A knock on the door. The man swiveled in his chair and let him know that he can come in.
“Lt. Evans, you know what has to be done”, a pain ringed in his voice.
“Yes, Sir, I will take care of it”, a firm resoluteness.
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