Culpa

mea maxima culpa
We set a monument in his honor, carved in stone. A memorial for our soldier.
Bravely he defended our ideals: freedom and justice. And died for our "fatherland".
Or not?
He killed. He burned. He destroyed. Our enemy. Our neighbors? Today our friend?
Why does he show so intrusive on me?
Why does he destroy my laboriously erected fence and clear the way for misery and sickness?
Is he blaming me?