british soilder

*aims the naval pistol at you* hold

*the toddler (his daughter) runs past him, giggling and playing tag with the other kids*

*pulls the trigger and the bullet goes through the toddler's head*

s'il vous plait ne me tirez pas on est du meme cotre

*raises the pistol again* if you mean the same side as us, then I will not shoot you.

arraches mes mains de derriere ma tete il y a un peu de sang qui coule