I served in the Army, it was a family thing you see, my father served in Kuwait, his father in nam, his father in both Guadalcanal and Korea and so on and so on.
I thought I had a lucky brake, I was raised listening to stories of unbelievable saveagery and bloodshed, tales of half starved GIs charging German machinguns to fight the enemy on his trenches, of Drugged Marines being torn apart by communist Fighters in the horrid jungles of Vietnam, of The endless hordes of Humanity being shattered like glass by American artilleryn Kore, of the last great tank battle in human history as American Titans crushed against Iraqi steel.
Yes I thought I had it easy. I was a guner on a striker APC, Humanityy