Confession

I confessed to the murder, but I’m not convinced I’m guilty.

Nor that I’m innocent; it’s all muddled. It blends in with the nightmares of what I did overseas, executed faithfully for my country. At least our training, to not think of our targets as people, worked at the time.

Then there are the pills the VA gives me to help me forget. Combine that with the Ambien and the drinks (anything that works, you know?), and I’m hardly the most reliable source.

I think I didn’t do it, but you’d really have to ask someone who knows me better.