Originally Posted by SoNickSays...

My mind is at rest.
Finally, I am alone.
I was so distracted even my thoughts became a crowd. I just look down to my desk, reviewing the order I made.
I know what I have done. I understand what I have done. I know how I did it, too. But what puzzles me still is why I did it. Revenge? Instead of ordering defense, I attack.
I know that demon approaches.
I know more will follow.
I know that this ruthless attacker, soaring graciously through the silent sky, will open up a new hell.
I know that the fires of sin will overtake even the survivors, and the world will be eaten by the forever-hungry pit of fate.
But I was the general.
I was the general in a war that could not be won, thinking only about the ever-dimming light of victory instead of the fruitful lives of my men.
I assisted in the opening of hell. What does that make me? Am I Satan? Am I the destroyer of hope and love? Do I fight against the refreshing healer known as god? If I do, why do I feel guilt? Thousands of people do their bit for the Devil. Husbands abuse their wives. Tramps rob old ladies before they slit their throats. Mothers smother their babies only to receive peace and calm. All were slowly destroying the belief of the being named God.
So why did I feel so guilty?
Because I was the largest contributor.
All these people slowly get the ingredients, but I make the cake.
I am the General.
I could feel my conscious eating away at my mind, but I didn’t care anymore. Why should I care about anything anymore? The order had been taken, and soon the end would come. Life no longer has a meaning.
My soul is being eaten.
This was the confirmation I was searching for. I needed to confirm who I was. I was just a body and a mind. The thing that made me humane, that gave me limitations, was in front of me, being eaten away by maggots.
I knew this was the last thing a guilty person felt before they died.
I quickly stand up from my desk and turn to the window.
I look to the busy gardens below, monitoring the people. Did they know what would soon happen to them? Do they know what he had just done? If they did know, how did they cope with it? Did they blame him?
Of course they did. They still had their souls. They still had their common sense.
I did not have my soul. My common sense was being questioned to the limit. But why the hell did I still have to have my conscience? Was it another punishment? No one trusted me; did I now have to lose trust in myself too?
The door opened and a scared, weedy man looked at me in disgust.
“The order has been sent, sir,” he said, “but a retaliation is approaching. What should we do?”
Without even turning around, I told him what first came to my mind.
“Well, we just hope were not even too low for the devil, son,” I said, “because where we’re going we don’t want to be on the bad side of him”
“Sir, I can’t go back and say that.”
I sigh as I realize that I should be nice for once before I go. “Kid, go home. Have fun with your family, say goodbye.”
I heard the door creak shut.
Again, I was alone with my conscience. My untrustworthy, contradicting conscience.
I looked up to the huge, beautiful, blue sky. Strings of white glided randomly through the never-ending blue. Among the clouds, another feature appeared.
A huge, long thing(you should add a different word) flew magnificently through the place many only dreamed of being. It did a nosedive and approached the ground.
This is the end.
I am a general, fighting a war that will live on forever. I should be proud to die in battle with my men. But they were cowards. Cowards who believe that what I am doing is right. Cowards that believe I am a great man, who stands strong in a losing battle. Cowards that believe they are dying for their country, and not for a lost cause. Cowards that are dying for a freedom they already have.
I can feel my sanity slipping away.
It doesn’t matter anymore.
“I’m sorry,” I said, with a tear slipping down my cheek, “my people, I’m so sorry. But you have got what you wanted. Your freedom is yours.”
Needs to be converted to present tense
Green: Spelling error fixed
Blue: Other thing

I think I got everything but I'm in a bit of a rush so if I missed anything sorry! Good job nonetheless. A good story with a very good ending.