The greater good?
One life versus a hundred?
Who was he to play God?
So Officer Lambert hadn’t fired the shot that would’ve taken out the bomber and blown the skull of a golden-haired toddler to bits, even though his Captain had roared several times in his earpiece to do so, threatening him with dire consequences if he disobeyed and for a second he had actually found himself gravitating towards acquiescence.
As he emptied the contents of his locker, he leaned pensively against the worn-out post and traced the outline of the metal badge he’d have to turn in after being fired from the department he’d worked faithfully for these several years, even though he’d respectfully argued that he had managed to stop the bomber without any collateral damage, but the fact that he’d ignored a direct command and had basically ‘got lucky’ worked against him.
He drove silently home, his wife greeting him with a hug and as Marigold crawled squealing to meet her daddy, he lifted her up in his arms, shuddering inwardly but indubitably certain that if his golden-haired baby had been the one in his cross hairs, he wouldn’t even have bothered asking for confirmation to fire a shot he’d never dare consider, and herein lay the hypocrisy, when it came to your own, the answer was abundantly clear, but when it was the other, all options were open.
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