• When they gave me the folded up flag I collapsed in a heap, weeping. I was pathetic. I was crying in the rain. Mud all over me. I was the last at the funeral. I stayed for days on end. Eating grass. The love of my life had died in a fire fight. The last bullet just happened to land on him. He didn't die swiftly. He bled while foam emerged out of his mouth. He sobbed in his last moments. His squad all died so quickly. But after days of mourning. I realized if what I was going to do was going to kill me, I didn't care. So I realized "god" would want me just to live with it. But Satan crept into my heart. I needed vengeance.