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I was born in a very military family, I would not exaggerate to say that every member of my family has been in one form or another in a military at one point in their lives. If you are wondering which nation did they serve, the only thing I can say is to pick a nation, any nation and more than likely I had a blood relative serve in its military.

From the royal guard in Egypt to the Crusades and beyond, my family thus had a unique air about them, since we could form our first word, children in my family were expected to follow a rigid code of conduct, hierarchy and command structure, most people would call their parents mother or father, to me they were my superiors, my commanding officers, failure to accept and follow expected discipline would lead to harsh punishment, as my four dead members of my unit would clearly demonstrate.

My current unit is stationed and serves the arm forces of the United States of America, I was born as my commander and his second in command had celebrated the twenty-fifth anniversary of the formation of their command.

I was schooled in regulation, law, math, science, protocol, arms, weapons, strategy, languages and of course armament maintenance and heavy ordinance. To present I still remember on my ninth year of being with the unit a fond memory, you see this was the year that I was issued my very first firearm, granted it was a simple single shot, low powered lead pellet shooter, but as I was expected, I maintained my weapon in perfect condition.

This rigorous training, however, had as my fellow students, as they would say had negative consequences, I actually attended a public school most of my formative years, still don't know why, but I was not in a position to argue or question the orders that were given to me by my superiors. I asked permission to use force to avenge the slander that these civilians decided to cast upon my superiors, but they always said that it was simply not worth the effort.

As I reached my eighteen years I enrolled in one of the military branches available, I say I enrolled but then again my superiors had made quite a few comments as to which branch they themselves found would better suit me, in my effort to meet their expectations I did join the Marine Corps.

Every moment was spent in uniform, nothing new to me, but many of my squad complained about it constantly, to me it was simply another reason why I should be thankful for my upbringing, their constant complaining and whimpering always made me feel sick to my stomach. Every moment I was either doing something as ordered, supervised others, or I studied.

Thanks to this I was slowly gaining the notice of those in higher ranks, and after ten years I was allowed to enter officer training, this did not sit well with others in my battalion, some say that I was using family influence to advance higher in the chain of command, which was of course ridiculous. I received promotions due to my ethics, hard work, and efficiency.

The one thing that changed in me as I moved higher in rank was that I stopped praying altogether, I sort of figured that it simply would not do for me to spend time asking God for his aid in my military career, if I am to rise in rank it should be by my own effort and not depend on religious figure, which quite obviously was not within the chain of command that I was a part of.

Today is my twenty-seventh year, and now having reached the rank of Captain I been placed in charge of a unit of my own, I must say that I found it rather touching that all the people in my unit began to shed tears as soon as they heard I would lead them, to be touched by my assignment of them was rather an unexpected and touching scene.

I must make certain to avoid such sentimentalizes in the future to maintain a distance with my unit and be able to properly lead them. The other reason I stopped praying came when I realized that my life actually came into conflict with one of the ten commandments I once tried my best to follow, thou shall not kill.

Was I not supposed to kill? What am I supposed to do? Subdue my enemy, capture him or her and take that enemy as my prisoner? That is simply idiotic, on the best I waste resources to keep the prisoner alive, and at worst I risk the possibility of having said prisoner escape and give the enemy information that would put others in my battalion at risk, it was simply unthinkable for me.

I was thought by my superiors since early in my life a simple and easy to follow protocol when dealing with an enemy, even when engaging in virtual training this would always apply, you see an enemy, you kill that enemy, you do not sympathize with the enemy, you do not empathize or show that enemy other than your determination to end that enemies' life. One shot, One kill, no exceptions allowed.

The faith said that if I broke one of the commandments I, in fact, broke all of them, and since that one commandment was one that I would break even as a reflex, this means I really should stop praying all together and even attending mass. So I stopped, most of the congregation called me insulting remarks, such as me being called an Atheist, that was certainly not true, I knew there was a God, but I simply could not follow his commandments because my very life would put me in a situation where I would have to break them, continuing to even go to that church would be unethical at best and hypocritical at worst.

As an officer I had the opportunity to offer guidance and even attend in quite a few marriages, the fact that most of these marriages ended in absolute failure continued to show me that my decision to focus on my constant effort to ascend the ranks was indeed a much wiser decision, even those the soldiers in my unit often made comments that were disrespectful when they thought I was not listening.

Today is probably one of my best days, I am standing on the platform, waiting to go to meet my commanding officer, for days they have been mentioning that another promotion could be in my future, much to my battalions clear discomfort it seems, I could not be happier at knowing that I would obtain the rank of Major.

This would be a wonderful opportunity for me to be given higher responsibilities, to have a position to better lead more soldiers and serve my county, I simply was so happy that I had a very hard time containing my emotions, the simple joy of it was something that I truly struggled to keep hidden and contained.

It turns this was a mistake, I had forgotten to pay attention to my surroundings, and thus gave the chance my second in command was clearly looking for, honestly that Lieutenant I told him time and time again to think things through, to weigh his options, but sadly he was not such an efficient subordinate, I do believe I sent a report on his many inadequacies to then Major, now Colonel.

I digress, it is said that hindsight is perfect, never realized that I would see this in my current situation, my subordinate decided to push a loading cart in my direction causing people to trip and causing me to fall face first towards the rails of the very subway I was going to board. As I was sure that I would meet my doom, time seemed to come to stop. That is when I began to feel something different, something was not quite right.

"John, I am truly disappointed in you. In your youth you had such faith in me, you were a truly ethical and righteous follower of my teachings, but somehow you have abandoned me, what was once a faith stronger than a mountain, now you have so little faith it makes me wonder if you truly believed in me at all."

I can't believe this, I am seconds away from my death and God decided to talk to me, but only to express his displeasure at my actions, I knew that he hated me, but this is just a bit too much.

"How could I maintain believing in your teaching, if your teachings contradict or prohibit my life. I have been trained since I could speak to be a soldier, a warrior, a defender of my nation, and your commandments say that I should not do the very thing I knew to be correct my entire life."

Somehow my body was moved till I saw the faces of the other people on the platform. "I have commanded armies before, to punish the wicked, you may lie to others John, but I know everything that is you, I knew you since before you were born, I have known you to know the number of hairs on your head. Do not lie to me, you stopped believing the second that you realized that I would not help you ascend in the ranks."

I saw a woman speak, but her voice was that of a man, "I am a fair god, thus I could not give you any more help than I provided for any of my other children. You stopped praying as to say that you do not acknowledge me because I did not meet your expectations, you don't need me so you do not worship me. I find this to be deplorable."

And old woman looked at me with the same sneer, "You who once worshiped me, I came to realize that it was false, and you have no faith me at all. It was your attempt to deceive me, to lie to me while wearing a mask, I can accept that, my lost lamb it is the time that I as your shepherd show you the way back to my flock. I could do that, but I realize that I already have so many people depending on me that I have no need for someone that has no real faith in me."

I looked next and a rat was looking at me, "You believe that you do not need me, well I have decided to make you realize how much you need me my lost lamb, I have decided to put you in a situation where you are at risk, I have decided to make an exception for you, you shall have no more reincarnations if you die from anything other than old age, these trials shall give you reason to appreciate my blessings, and your faith in me shall truly appear."

As he spoke those words everything went dark for a few seconds, one minute I was falling to my doom and now it seems I am looking at the ceiling, why can't I move, I have to try and see what is happening, I moved my arms and next thing I know someone is pushing the contents of a spoon in my mouth.

"Now, now Karl, you don't need to be impatient, I swear you are such a handful, I know you are hungry, but the food is not going anywhere, so be a good baby and calm down, there, where everything is alright, god will always look out for us, his children."

I don't know what is happening, this lady is treating me like a newborn, I am being fed the worst tasting slop I ever tasted in my life, and that includes field rations, and she dares mention GOD! He is the one that put me in this situation in the first place!