Battling back troubled tears Robert took the mike in church to confess his sins to all for the lives that had fallen by his hand.
In a causal web as dense as a tropical thicket, men in suits and brass had ordered him to his post at an Apache helicopter door.
Robert fired and men became bodies. Those whose fate he sealed would have done him the same had theyΒ fired sooner or straighter.
But had the wheel turned otherwise would they, like Robert, have darted up from their sleep in the dead of night - soaked in the sweat of terror and regret?
For every Robert's sake in every land, I prefer to hope they would.