How this started

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.