I am writing this, or should I say scratching this on sheepskin so that others may hear my story.
As I buried the rifle in the sand I realized that I had thought about this for a long time, the list of targets seemed endless. Hitler? Stalin? Pol
Pot? Mao? Jesus? Moses? Mohammed? George Washington, Ghandi? General Lee? Ceaser? Alexander the Great? Genghis Khan?…like I say, the list is
But it is a one way journey, it must be well thought out. Otherwise, my actions may lead to even more bloodshed.
I didn’t aspire to be an assassin, but I am nonetheless. This is the cold honest and hard truth. I have other tools as well to carry out my task.
Knives, multitools and even a syringe filled with bleach. The more toxic poisons and pathogens were too well guarded.
I am a scientist, and pretty good one if I may brag. I was selected to be the first traveler due to my knowledge of the past and ability to speak and
pick up almost any language, I know twenty fluently…I know, it’s odd. Many of them are considered dead languages.
Luckily I am also unattached, so that was a factor in my selection. My job , if you call it that, was to record life during this timeframe and leave a
detailed journal for people within my time frame to find. We picked the caves in France for the cache. This is a one way trip for me, which led to my
decision on where to be transported. I had that option after all since it was a one way trip. But it was approved by the committee.
No one knew of my alternate plan. I realized that many shapers of history lived hundreds of years apart and that during that time I could not get them
all. So I had to choose one. Only one.
God have mercy on my soul, I choose Mohammed. Think about it, no crusades, no Jihad, no more people willing to give up their lives with suicide
bombings. Without Mohammed, Islam would not just cease to exist, it never would have started. My wife wouldn’t have died that day. This just may be
the ultimate revenge I realize. And the ultimate justification.
The Arab world would continue to prosper as a scientific community, sea faring and making maps, all the while trading with their neighbors.
I have made friends with the villagers and Mohammed’s family. I bring them food and even once set a broken arm…all to gain their trust.
Tonight I will do what has to be done. I will use the syringe…the rifle is just a back up. It’s not like they have CSI in this century. Kids die
all the time in this timeline.
God forgive me…but most of all, Wife, forgive me….I Love You and miss you dearly.
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