Chapter 126
Vindictiveness galvanized my heart as I wheel my wheelchair amongst my fellow brothers in arms in the sacred cemetery. I see my last victim, Jefferson Anderson, siting alone on a bench in front of three soldiers from the eighty-second platoon that he murdered forty years ago. I wheeled my chair closer to my old friend and said,. “How befitting to find you amongst the soldiers you killed in cold blood. Now the circle is complete, forty years ago today you murdered those three soldiers, buried in front of you, and today I am going to murder you.”
Jeff sobbed, “Go ahead I don't care any more.” Bereavement filled Jeff’s eyes as he slowly turned and cast his eyes into my scotched face.
“Don't cry my old friend you will soon be seeing your lover again very soon.”
Taylor Hanson struck the senator in the head knocking him unconscious then strapped a custom made bomb around his chest. As I held the trigger to the bomb in my hand, I savored my final victory.