Endless war

The darkness surrounded the camp like a veil.It was torn apart here and there by the fluorescent lights.My head was hurting and I wished I could go to bed.I had reached the age of 12 three weeks ago and since then I had been travelling towards the camp.I was travelling with a massive group of kids, all being the same age as I was. We arrived at the gates and entered the camp.
That was my first night as a soldier.The first night of my real life.Since our arrival we had undergone intense training in order to earn our place.The Sons of Light.Thats what we were called.Fighting for our world against evil.Our enemies were heartless monsters, they had kidnapped our families and killed them all.They had no emotions or fears so neither did we.We had been taught to hate our enemies, to kill them.All the people I had met were orphans and with each person met, the hatred for my enemy grew.
On the night of my 32nd birthday the sirens came to life and we all knew what was going to happen.It was time.Time we faced our enemies.I quickly geared up and ran to the gates, awaiting to charge upon my enemy.We were a force of good, we were the bringers of justice, we were immortal.
A terrible storm had started and the rain was pouring on top of me but nothing mattered anymore, nothing could stop me from achieveing my goal.The gates oppened and I began to run towards the enemy front.I saw shadows moving through the night and I opened fire.I heard my enemies scream in pain as bullets were ripping through them.I felt what I believed was God giving me power to defeat my enemies.
Our enemies were terrified as they fled from us and didn't even retaliate to our attacks.
Suddenly one of the shadows leaped in front of me and I kicked it in the what I supposed was the head.The shadow fell down and then lightning struck the earth.In front of me lay a wounded woman, bearly breathing.She was nothing like the monsters we had been thought to hate.She had no weapons, no way of defending herself.Lightning struck again and again ripping through the darkness and revealing terrible images of defensless people being slaughtered by "The Sons of Light".The images were burnt into my mind, not being able to understand what was happenng.We were not bringers of justice and goodness, we were cold-blooded killers.It had to stop.
I imediatelly threw down my weapons and my armor running back towards the camp, to stop this massacre.Lightning struck once again, revealing one of my close friends from the camp.When he saw me he imediatelly took aim and fired.At first I felt nothing.Then I felt the bullets passing through me leaving burning trails after them.I fell in the mud and I felt the man's boots on top of me as he marched over me.The second lie had been broken.Then I understood.There was no justice or good in our acts but pure murder.A war for power.Human against human fighting for nothing more than power.
Lightning struck yet again and with its end came mine.The end of a victim of an endless war...