Army of Shadows

Martins Journal

I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I’m tired and frightened.

Whenever I close my eyes I hear the explosion, the glass the sick thud of the young lady mouse falling to the ground. I thought it was that weasel but then I was her dress. My God what have we done? Is it worth this?

Every sound I hear outside my door is the police coming for me. Every voice I hear accusations and I wonder if they know what we have done.

But worst of all I feel I am losing my ability to be what I am, to be a doctor and to care for mice as I have my entire life. I need to pull myself together and so something good for my fellow mice.

As I see it now I’m a murderer at best, there must be something I can do to make up for this.

What’s that shadow outside? My God I need a drink.

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