Gregory was a nice guy. However I had to kill him and hang him from a telegraph pole.
He was a hostage of our army. But he was a good cook, washed our clothes, drank from the same canteen, sewed, and so on.
He was talkative. He had a girl friend in his country. He talked about her a lot and nobody stopped him to talk.
Even he saved my life caught a scorpion from my leg.
How cruel I had to kill him!
I couldn't resist the order so I shot him to die.
I had to kill five hostages before him.
But this time was different.
I couldn't hang him from a telegraph pole.
We buried him in a grave.
The headquarter was indifferent what we did to Gregory.
May be they didn't care whether Gregory was killed or not.

In wartime everything is unusual. Even human mentality is not an exception. People can be cruel to others (enemies) so easily in such an extraordinary circumstance. It is unbelievable but you can get used to killing people without feeling much regret. You know why ? Because it is the matter of your life and death. Save your skin or others ?
Gregory.... What a pity and pure fellow !! He was our hostage and was supposed to be shot and hanged from a telegraph pole in compensation for Lieutenant Rafel's execution. It was an order from Headquarters. Nobody could defy them and it was I who had to do the assignment. 
Gregory was a strange guy. He never tried to escape from us although we gave him many chances. Far from it he saved my life from scorpion's bite with his bare hand. He was just like a friend of us. I'm afraid we had spent too much time together eating from the same plates and listening to his stories over and over.
When the day came I wavered for quite some time between a pure human nature and soldier's assignment . But I did shoot him finally. Although I had already killed 5 hostages by then, it was a really hard task. I decided not to hang him from a telegraph pole as Headquarters didn't care about it at any rate. It was the least I could do for him as a friend in my mind.

Gregory was our hostage. When Rafael, one of our men was executed, Headquarters ordered me to execute him and hang his body from a telegraph pole as an exemplary punishment. It was the sixth case for me to execute a hostage. I got used to it, however, Gregory’s case was different. We had been eating together so long and he became our friend. He liked talking about his girl friend. He cooked, sew and did a laundry for us. He even helped my life when a scorpion climbed my leg. He could have escaped when the sentry fell a sleep or when we sent him all alone to the laundry, but he did not.

He believed that we would spare his life, but when the order came we had no choice. That was war. At the moment I shot him he told me “You are kidding, friend! Aren’t you kidding?” After I squeezed the trigger many times and emptied the gun, he fell and grabbed my leg, and died with a terrible spasm. We decided not to hang him and dug a grave for him instead. Headquarters didn’t care to know if he was really killed or hanged.

I was about to execute Gregory, our hostage, because the enemy had executed our soldier, Lieutenant Rafel. The order from Headquarters was clear. Gregory must be executed and be hanged infront of the people as an exemplary penalty.

I should not be nervous since it was the sixth execution for me. But it was not that easy this time. Because we had built a good friendship as we ate together and talked about personal stories. Gregory wasn't a bad guy after all and we
even liked him. On top of that he liked us, too.

Whether we liked him or not the order from Headquarters was absolute and we had no choice. Under the name of the war, we had to kill our friend. I couldn't kill him instantly so I had to empty the barrel. He died with a terrible spasm.
We dug a grave for poor Gregory instead of hanging him from a telegraph pole since Headquarters didn't care to know the hostage's death.