(Okay, first artikel i've done in first person, i just think it'll work better that way.)
I've been killing since the hari I was born, literally, I killed my mother just oleh coming into the world. I was raised oleh my father, an only child with no family aside from him.
When I was 16 I had just gotten out of an insane asylum. I'd been in for 6 months for going after this guy with a knife, it was his own damn fault for calling me a murderer, I was only going to prove his point...
My father was on a mission for the Air Force the hari i got out, i didn't want to stay alone atau in the institution any longer so I lied about my age and enlisted. I climbed the ranks pretty fast, oleh the time i was 30 i had made it to General already. A few weeks after my promotion i received the news that my father died on a mission.
I admit that when I heard the news I lost control, I had to be in the air in ten minutes, so I was, we were going to just go on an exploratory mission. Here comes the part that no one talks about. anda see, since we hit the air all I could think about was my father, needless to say I was pissed off at this point. I started firing my weapons, wanting to kill something, which i did...
Me and two other men were the only ones to come halaman awal that hari out of the 40 who left. They all died at my weapon. I was able to convince the shrink they made me meet with that it was only a temporary mental break. They OKed me to work again but i was fired from Ireland. 2 days later I was hired on in Sweden.
In Sweden i started out only one Rank below my sebelumnya status of general in Ireland. I made up for that in the four years i was there. Then i was fired again, this time for gunning down one of my men who was blocking a shot.
The selanjutnya hari the President of the USA called my unit, hiring myself and several others who were either about to be fired atau just had been. And this is where the excitement begins, killing aliens is definitely not my average sort of mission but what the hell, I'm up for it.
I've been killing since the hari I was born, literally, I killed my mother just oleh coming into the world. I was raised oleh my father, an only child with no family aside from him.
When I was 16 I had just gotten out of an insane asylum. I'd been in for 6 months for going after this guy with a knife, it was his own damn fault for calling me a murderer, I was only going to prove his point...
My father was on a mission for the Air Force the hari i got out, i didn't want to stay alone atau in the institution any longer so I lied about my age and enlisted. I climbed the ranks pretty fast, oleh the time i was 30 i had made it to General already. A few weeks after my promotion i received the news that my father died on a mission.
I admit that when I heard the news I lost control, I had to be in the air in ten minutes, so I was, we were going to just go on an exploratory mission. Here comes the part that no one talks about. anda see, since we hit the air all I could think about was my father, needless to say I was pissed off at this point. I started firing my weapons, wanting to kill something, which i did...
Me and two other men were the only ones to come halaman awal that hari out of the 40 who left. They all died at my weapon. I was able to convince the shrink they made me meet with that it was only a temporary mental break. They OKed me to work again but i was fired from Ireland. 2 days later I was hired on in Sweden.
In Sweden i started out only one Rank below my sebelumnya status of general in Ireland. I made up for that in the four years i was there. Then i was fired again, this time for gunning down one of my men who was blocking a shot.
The selanjutnya hari the President of the USA called my unit, hiring myself and several others who were either about to be fired atau just had been. And this is where the excitement begins, killing aliens is definitely not my average sort of mission but what the hell, I'm up for it.