Bullets flew from all directions. Hitting all of the walls and all of the men were fighting as hard as they were possible capable of. They were pushing forward from the front lines, and into the enemy territory. Bodies fell all over the place. The battle scene was wicked gory as hell. People’s ligaments where hanging half off their bodies. The battle was coming to a close, as they all started to really take it to the enemy, and start to kick the crap out of them. The gun fire was less intense where the fights were. A couple shoots here and there. Nothing big though. Like it was when the fight just began.

As I ran from building to building I shot as much as possible at the enemy. Not hitting anything. But I liked the sound of the bullets hitting things. I don’t know why. But I just did. I was a new guy out of boot camp. I was a one of the trigger happy guys. Shot at everything and anything. Except my own guys of course. We were taking on a little fire to the south side of where we were. It was a kinda park which was surrounded by four sided block. I was on the south side of it, and was ready to kick ass. I glanced closely to the left, and seen one of the enemy come from the side and run as fast as they could. I quickly switched my gun to automatic from semi- automatic. Because a large amount of bullets would have to get him. Which made sense to me. That was not what I was taught though. I was always taught that when shooting I was going to use semi-automatic and not automatic when at one person. But I didn’t care. This was all so much faster and more intense. I was not frightened at all. I quickly pulled out to the left side, and held my trigger. BANG! As bullets rang out of my gun as fast as I could see. Watching the bullets come close and hit the dirt, and kick it up. I kept firing. Finally though I shot him in the back. He fell bleeding profusely, as it spilled out all I wanted to do was put more bullets in him. I switched it from automatic to semi-automatic and then ran up to him, where he laid. I looked down and smiled and said “I take no prisoners.” and put the gun to the back of his head and put a bullet through it. I smiled because that’s how I liked it. Killing every enemy I saw, wounded or not. I smiled as we did what we were suppose to do. The mission was to take over the territory. But the problem was we were suppose to take prisoners. I didn’t care about that. I just wanted to kill. I have always thought I was a messed up person in the head and all. But I never once disobeyed orders. At least when it had to killing someone. I loved killing. I really didn’t come out and say that when I first joined the army. I just laid back, and then took it one day at a time. Waiting for my turn to kick ass. I was hoping that maybe I could actually get back at what people did to us at 9/11. That was the whole reason I joined the army. I am in Iraq, and now I am fighting the fight I wanted to. It feels so good. The thing is I have a wife at home, and she is waiting for me to come home, because in two days I get to go home, and be done with this. I am not regretful of what I have done though. I don’t consider it odd, that I have killed over 113 Iraqis. It felt so good to kill for me for some reason. No one ever asked me why I stay so calm. I guess it is because they think I am a stonewall or something along those lines. I never even hesitated to blow someone’s head off. I just thought as it was one more person dead to my head count, and that way I could go home finally and think about starting a family and all that. I turned around and then decided that I was going to go back to where the safe zone was, and see what was going on, and see if we had a new mission. I went back, and a general was there with a telegram in his hands. He said that it was for me. I wondered for a long time what was wrong, or that they just thought they would be nice and give me my mail or let me go early. I opened the letter and then began to read this is what is said
To Mr. Andrew:
We know how close you are to getting to go to your home. But I am afraid that I have some bad news. It seems that your wife was found dead, she had a heart attack. I am sorry to inform you of this horrible news on the time of your recent departure to your home in two days. So we are going to let you leave early, and its only going to be two days early, we are so deeply sorry about your recent tragic loss. Sincerely President of the United States

I didn’t care who the heck sent the letter. It could be from G.I. Joe and I could care less. My mind froze. I could not move at all. All I could think was how wrong this was, and that they most likely made a mistake. I was so flustered that I could barley breath either. Something that was saying inside me that I needed to go home right now, and there was no one that was going to stop me. I looked over at the general and tried to put on my straightest face and asked him if I could leave right now. He just nodded his head. I ran to the vehicle as fast as I could. I was so mad still. I wasn’t sad like a normal person should be when they lose a loved one. But as the vehicle sped off. I just kept contemplating on why or how this happened. I don’t really believe in God. So, she didn’t go for no reason. I kept reading the letter over and over. I just didn’t want to believe it. The vehicle suddenly stopped and I leaped out of it. Running to my barracks. Like someone was going to throw a bomb at me. I packed my stuff as fast as I could. Everything that I could find. I was like a pack rat, because I was always like that. I had good organization skills. I could not believe that I was going to go home to no one. I was so angry and flustered, that I felt like killing again. For some odd reason. I don’t know why. But I did. It crept into my mind, about how I could kill anyone I wanted and that I should stay and kill more Iraqis. But I didn’t, I left and went to the air port. Which really didn’t look like much. A couple air planes were there, nothing that would make you think that a movie star just landed, but it was decent size. One of my theories was that I was to good in the army, and that they killed her, so I could get out. But I was leaving in two days, so that didn’t make any sense at all. So I ruled that out, and decided to board the plane. My ticket was for first class. Which was better then when I came here. I had my suitcase with my stuff with me, all of my clothes, and pictures, and any personal valuables that I had when I first joined that army. It all didn’t matter, because my wife was dead. I was to worried about going home and finding out that there was actually no one there, and that I would have to live my life all by myself, and I don’t think I could handle it. I don’t like solitude that much. I need someone to talk to. I always crave attention. I am like a starving monkey. I am always needing the food that it is fed by the trainer. I don’t know why, that is how I am. All my thoughts were concentrated on how my wife died. But it just didn’t make sense to me. I was so lost in my thought, that a guy hit me when I was boarding the plane. He told me to move it or get lost. I just moved on. I looked at the plane. It was a white wall plane, which would suggest that not a lot of people actually use this flight. Something that made it special though, was that it had no middle row. It was so wide across. It made me wonder where all the seats went. But that wasn’t important. I wanted to know so bad why my wife died. That couldn’t have been the real reason. It just couldn’t have been a heart attack. It just wasn’t possible. I sat in my seat, and leaned my head against the window, because I had a window seat. I looked curiously at the ground and watched as the plane started. It had a noise that I haven’t heard in a very, very long time. Not like I missed the noise, but it was the sound of the plane moving, and it made me feel a little at ease, and a little on edge. There was no one sitting next to me. So, I decided that I was going to try and maybe sleep a little. I wanted to really bad. But the fact that my wife just died was still very, very devastating to me, and I could not comprehend, the variables that just kept going into my mind.
I wanted to solve this puzzle so bad. My wife was never had any heart conditions. She was 5'6 and had absolutely exquisite light red hair. It was beautiful from a distance. It seemed that every time you were around her, she made you smile, even if you were in a depressed mood. She had the presence that everyone noticed when she walked in the room. She also had long and slender legs. She had a medium build to her. A nice frame to her to. Her eyes were a green emerald color, but a tint less color the full color emerald. She always ate right, and then she was also one of the most healthiest people that I knew. More healthy then me when I was in the army still. She barley drank, but on some occasion she did, but even then, she would never get drunk. I was the one who was always getting wasted. She wanted kids, but not until I had a steady job, and was ready so settle down. I was ready almost. I wasn’t going to join the army again or anything like that. But for some reason I wanted to move from where we lived. I hated it there. I don’t like Michigan. It has all four seasons, and I just don’t like it very much. I lived in a hick town of Richmond. It is about one hour away from Detroit. I actually closed my eyes for a second, and then I fell asleep. Because I gave myself such a headache. Bullets flew from all directions. Hitting all of the walls and all of the men were fighting as hard as they were possible capable of. They were pushing forward from the front lines, and into the enemy territory. Bodies fell all over the place. The battle scene was wicked gory as hell. People’s ligaments where hanging half off their bodies. The battle was coming to a close, as they all started to really take it to the enemy, and start to kick the crap out of them. The gun fire was less intense where the fights were. A couple shoots here and there. Nothing big though. Like it was when the fight just began.

As I ran from building to building I shot as much as possible at the enemy. Not hitting anything. But I liked the sound of the bullets hitting things. I don’t know why. But I just did. I was a new guy out of boot camp. I was a one of the trigger happy guys. Shot at everything and anything. Except my own guys of course. We were taking on a little fire to the south side of where we were. It was a kinda park which was surrounded by four sided block. I was on the south side of it, and was ready to kick ass. I glanced closely to the left, and seen one of the enemy come from the side and run as fast as they could. I quickly switched my gun to automatic from semi- automatic. Because a large amount of bullets would have to get him. Which made sense to me. That was not what I was taught though. I was always taught that when shooting I was going to use semi-automatic and not automatic when at one person. But I didn’t care. This was all so much faster and more intense. I was not frightened at all. I quickly pulled out to the left side, and held my trigger. BANG! As bullets rang out of my gun as fast as I could see. Watching the bullets come close and hit the dirt, and kick it up. I kept firing. Finally though I shot him in the back. He fell bleeding profusely, as it spilled out all I wanted to do was put more bullets in him. I switched it from automatic to semi-automatic and then ran up to him, where he laid. I looked down and smiled and said “I take no prisoners.” and put the gun to the back of his head and put a bullet through it. I smiled because that’s how I liked it. Killing every enemy I saw, wounded or not. I smiled as we did what we were suppose to do. The mission was to take over the territory. But the problem was we were suppose to take prisoners. I didn’t care about that. I just wanted to kill. I have always thought I was a messed up person in the head and all. But I never once disobeyed orders. At least when it had to killing someone. I loved killing. I really didn’t come out and say that when I first joined the army. I just laid back, and then took it one day at a time. Waiting for my turn to kick ass. I was hoping that maybe I could actually get back at what people did to us at 9/11. That was the whole reason I joined the army. I am in Iraq, and now I am fighting the fight I wanted to. It feels so good. The thing is I have a wife at home, and she is waiting for me to come home, because in two days I get to go home, and be done with this. I am not regretful of what I have done though. I don’t consider it odd, that I have killed over 113 Iraqis. It felt so good to kill for me for some reason. No one ever asked me why I stay so calm. I guess it is because they think I am a stonewall or something along those lines. I never even hesitated to blow someone’s head off. I just thought as it was one more person dead to my head count, and that way I could go home finally and think about starting a family and all that. I turned around and then decided that I was going to go back to where the safe zone was, and see what was going on, and see if we had a new mission. I went back, and a general was there with a telegram in his hands. He said that it was for me. I wondered for a long time what was wrong, or that they just thought they would be nice and give me my mail or let me go early. I opened the letter and then began to read this is what is said
To Mr. Andrew:
We know how close you are to getting to go to your home. But I am afraid that I have some bad news. It seems that your wife was found dead, she had a heart attack. I am sorry to inform you of this horrible news on the time of your recent departure to your home in two days. So we are going to let you leave early, and its only going to be two days early, we are so deeply sorry about your recent tragic loss. Sincerely President of the United States

I didn’t care who the heck sent the letter. It could be from G.I. Joe and I could care less. My mind froze. I could not move at all. All I could think was how wrong this was, and that they most likely made a mistake. I was so flustered that I could barley breath either. Something that was saying inside me that I needed to go home right now, and there was no one that was going to stop me. I looked over at the general and tried to put on my straightest face and asked him if I could leave right now. He just nodded his head. I ran to the vehicle as fast as I could. I was so mad still. I wasn’t sad like a normal person should be when they lose a loved one. But as the vehicle sped off. I just kept contemplating on why or how this happened. I don’t really believe in God. So, she didn’t go for no reason. I kept reading the letter over and over. I just didn’t want to believe it. The vehicle suddenly stopped and I leaped out of it. Running to my barracks. Like someone was going to throw a bomb at me. I packed my stuff as fast as I could. Everything that I could find. I was like a pack rat, because I was always like that. I had good organization skills. I could not believe that I was going to go home to no one. I was so angry and flustered, that I felt like killing again. For some odd reason. I don’t know why. But I did. It crept into my mind, about how I could kill anyone I wanted and that I should stay and kill more Iraqis. But I didn’t, I left and went to the air port. Which really didn’t look like much. A couple air planes were there, nothing that would make you think that a movie star just landed, but it was decent size. One of my theories was that I was to good in the army, and that they killed her, so I could get out. But I was leaving in two days, so that didn’t make any sense at all. So I ruled that out, and decided to board the plane. My ticket was for first class. Which was better then when I came here. I had my suitcase with my stuff with me, all of my clothes, and pictures, and any personal valuables that I had when I first joined that army. It all didn’t matter, because my wife was dead. I was to worried about going home and finding out that there was actually no one there, and that I would have to live my life all by myself, and I don’t think I could handle it. I don’t like solitude that much. I need someone to talk to. I always crave attention. I am like a starving monkey. I am always needing the food that it is fed by the trainer. I don’t know why, that is how I am. All my thoughts were concentrated on how my wife died. But it just didn’t make sense to me. I was so lost in my thought, that a guy hit me when I was boarding the plane. He told me to move it or get lost. I just moved on. I looked at the plane. It was a white wall plane, which would suggest that not a lot of people actually use this flight. Something that made it special though, was that it had no middle row. It was so wide across. It made me wonder where all the seats went. But that wasn’t important. I wanted to know so bad why my wife died. That couldn’t have been the real reason. It just couldn’t have been a heart attack. It just wasn’t possible. I sat in my seat, and leaned my head against the window, because I had a window seat. I looked curiously at the ground and watched as the plane started. It had a noise that I haven’t heard in a very, very long time. Not like I missed the noise, but it was the sound of the plane moving, and it made me feel a little at ease, and a little on edge. There was no one sitting next to me. So, I decided that I was going to try and maybe sleep a little. I wanted to really bad. But the fact that my wife just died was still very, very devastating to me, and I could not comprehend, the variables that just kept going into my mind.
I wanted to solve this puzzle so bad. My wife was never had any heart conditions. She was 5'6 and had absolutely exquisite light red hair. It was beautiful from a distance. It seemed that every time you were around her, she made you smile, even if you were in a depressed mood. She had the presence that everyone noticed when she walked in the room. She also had long and slender legs. She had a medium build to her. A nice frame to her to. Her eyes were a green emerald color, but a tint less color the full color emerald. She always ate right, and then she was also one of the most healthiest people that I knew. More healthy then me when I was in the army still. She barley drank, but on some occasion she did, but even then, she would never get drunk. I was the one who was always getting wasted. She wanted kids, but not until I had a steady job, and was ready so settle down. I was ready almost. I wasn’t going to join the army again or anything like that. But for some reason I wanted to move from where we lived. I hated it there. I don’t like Michigan. It has all four seasons, and I just don’t like it very much. I lived in a hick town of Richmond. It is about one hour away from Detroit. I actually closed my eyes for a second, and then I fell asleep. Because I gave myself such a headache.