The Silent Avenger

It is nighttime. Cold brisk wind ruffles the blond hair of a tall figure standing under the light of nature’s full moon. Embers flickering from the campfire cast strobes of light across a face that carries piercing stares of cold steel. The Aryan-looking man is a Jew. In one hand he holds a photo, the other a weapon. He is the leader of a team of Avengers whose mission is to bring justice to those that massacred their families and seized their property. Kneeling at his feet is a bound Nazi officer guilty of war crimes. When the blond man speaks, the Nazi stops begging for life. Colonel, under your command Jews have been made to stand at open pits and shot. Do you see this photo in my hand? It is a picture of my mother, father, and sister, my family you gave orders to kill and bury in mass, unmarked graves. Tonight you were purloined from your encampment like a stolen secret document and are now in my court where I am judge and jury. You will be executed without mercy and left here in the open field for wild animals to tear apart and devour. Others of your kind will soon be brought to this court of justice. The tall blond man pushed the family photo close to the man’s face, followed by a resounding single shot echoing through the dense forest signaling the closure of another court session.