I held the fate of two men in my hands. One of them had to die, while the other would be spared. It would ultimately be my decision which one woke up the next morning. I tormented myself over this choice not because I didn’t know who I wanted dead, but because I wanted neither alive. Both people had wronged me. Both were dangerous. And both were about to do terrible things. Neither deserved to live, yet one had to. In…