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Remains by Simon Armitage (Voiced by Kai Lambourne)

Remains by Simon Armitage (Voiced by Kai Lambourne)

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The speaker recalls an incident where they encountered looters raiding a bank. One of the looters runs away, possibly armed, and the speaker and two others open fire on him. They see each bullet hitting him, causing immense pain. Despite being shot multiple times, the looter is still alive but severely injured. The speaker's friend tries to help him by putting his organs back inside his body. The looter is then taken away in a truck. However, the traumatic image of the incident continues to haunt the speaker, both in their dreams and when they are awake. The looter's presence feels real, as if he is still alive and close by, causing the speaker to feel responsible for his life. On another occasion, we got sent out to tackle looters raiding a bank, and one of them legs it up the road, probably armed, possibly not, while myself and somebody else and somebody else are all of the same mind, so all three of us open fire, three of a kind, all letting fly, and I swear, I see every round as it rips through his life, I see broad daylight on the other side, so we've hit this looter a dozen times and he's there on the ground sort of inside out, the pain itself, the image of agony, one of my mates goes back and tosses guts back into his body, then he's casted off in the back of a lorry, end of story, except not really, his blood shadow stays on the street and out on patrol I walk right over it week after week, then I'm home on leave, but I blink and he bursts again through the doors of the bank, sleep and he's probably armed and possibly not, dream and he's torn apart by a dozen rounds and the drink and the drugs won't flush him out, he's here in my head when I close my eyes, dug in behind enemy lines, not left for dead in some distant sun-stunned sand-smothered land or six feet under in desert sand, but near to the knuckle here and now, his bloody life in my bloody hands.

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