When I was younger I always had the dream of being a superhero.
Save lives, help people, be a legend.
I could only complete 1/3 of my dreams.
I was a legend I can tell you that much.
For all the wrong reasons.
Not for my bravery.
Not for my heroics.
For my mass genocide.
But that's a story for another time......
Fine! I'll tell you.
I decided to join the military as soon as I got old enough.
Everybody In my neighborhood knew me as the little soldier down the road.
That was the only thing I would talk about.
How I was going to be a war hero when I was older.
Oh, how I wish it was that simple.
I wanted to be known as someone who risked their life for their troops.
I was but it wasn't protection...
It was destruction.
I got a mission from my general.
"Infiltrate the enemy base and raise hell."
That was all he told me
Did I know it was a suicide mission. Yes
Did I still take the job. Duhhhhh
After I was briefed on the situation I had only one question.
How the fuck was I supposed to come out alive.
There were hundreds of enemy soldiers, and only one me.
Even if I got there, it would be virtually impossible to survive.
Yet I didn't complain.
I asked how I was to get there, and he said by plane.
I would skydive and land a quarter mile away from the base.
And I did.