Chapter 21: The Tortured

Marcus P.O.V

When the day started I had expected to fight. To be honest I was anticipating it. When I had enlisted in the army I had wanted to die but had been too cowardly to do it myself. The opportunity to go to war could not have come at a better time. Enlisting did not just save me it had given me a sense of purpose, that I had all but given up on. I saw things in the field that I did not care to recall and yet those memories plagued my dreams. I could not recall the last time I had a decent night's sleep, not that I deserved it, after all that I had done. I believed the war had me shown the worst humanity had to offer and yet nothing prepared for the scene that was unfolding in front of me.