Chapter One
Chris Davis was a corporal who had spent five years serving his country. By now he should have been a sergeant, but a mishap with an officer at the local bar prevented that. He had been overseas for fifteen months, and he was ready to go home. He missed hanging out friday nights at Dave’s and playing baseball all day long, after all he was just a kid and had never learned the adult way of life. But what he most was the people, all of them, even the ones he hated. He could still picture them crisp in his mind. He remembered events as if he had never left home. At nights he would lay down and imagine what all his friends were doing back in the States. To him, the people had not changed, and we hope that he will not have to find out how things really are.
None of these feelings were ever displayed to his fellow brothers in arms. To them, he could very well kill all the people he knew and walk way from it with out blinking. He had gained this reputation from killing the most enemies in the division, but rumors were he had the most confirmed kills currently in the U.S. military. Command would not give him a break, because they needed him out there, and Chris did not mind this, because it was what his whole life was devoted to. This was his second combat tour, and he had seen it all. His old brothers in arms, all killed, blended into one dying image in his mind. However, It was not an image of the war that disturbed him the most, it was an equally as bloody murder that took place on domestic soil that bothered him.
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