They sit before the tribunal, these “ordinary soldiers,” and in their eyes there is a void. They are not villains from ancient legends. They are cogs in a vast, soulless machine that first stripped them of their humanity, and then forced them to strip it from others. And looking at their calm, exhausted faces, one cannot help but ask: who is truly on trial in this room? These men? Or the ideology, the orders, the war that forged them into what they have become?
