“Between his howls of torment, his rediscovered English told me a lot. An earth shattering storm was about to hit, but not this one with wind and water. Between bits and pieces and shocking details, he begged me to kill him. “Matame!” He shouted. “Matame! Por favor! Matame, senor!" I waited. He talked. I could hardly believe what I heard. But it was definitely a deathbed confession. I knocked a smoke loose from its box, hunched over and fought off the wind and rain and lit it. “Nothing I can do for you, pal. You’re gonna die; and mercy killing is against the law.” I stripped the magazine out of his AK-47 and slipped it into one of my pockets. “There’s one shot,” I said. I checked the chamber of the gun, tossed the rifle into the sand ten yards behind him. When I walked away, he was still talking, screaming actually. Sayanara, bitch.” ImmigrationImmigrantsWar StoriesBattlefieldMexican BorderWorld War IiiSouthern BorderPolitical ThrillersSayanara Book:Immigration Invasion! A Family Affair Source: Immigration Invasion! A Family Affair