A resistance fighter breathing his horrible last breath while his skin boils, flesh burns and leathery boots melt into the skin of his feet - releasing an anguished scream of horror incomprehensible to most other civilians and refugees outside the safe house as the fire rages. The haunting visual of a man, with an inextinguishable flame torching his body surely remaining with them until their own death, self-imposed due to the aforementioned mental and moral trauma or not.
My honest reaction, as I watch him hopelessly try to escape the fiery hell of homemade napalm and glue-like properties which I myself crafted and dropped on his domicile, from my remote controlled drone. Bestowing upon him the fate which all opposition to the Union deserves, truly a terrible day to be an opp: