It was the wee hours of the morning when I finally guided the most heroic old man I’ve ever known to meet his fate. An old man who, in his youth, single handedly took down the most skilled military unit in the country that went rogue after being taken over by a man with delusions of grandeur. A man who proved a single person can destroy a next-generation, nuclear weapon equipped, all-terrain, bi-pedal tank time and time again. He was no ordinary old man.

I knew his father and his mother, in fact I can honestly say I had a hand in their first encounter. She was a beautiful woman who could handle any situation thrown at her with an iron fist. His father was a strong leader, and an even stronger soldier with big ideas to create a world free of government oppression and control. A haven of sorts, for people to live out their lives with out fear. A place that could not be influenced or changed by the likes of evil men and their twisted ideas.

I guided him and witnessed the countless horrors and betrayals which he endured through out his life. This old man has traversed countless battlefields, witnessing first hand the depravity of man. His brother in arms and commander betrayed him for his own twisted purpose. His former unit turned against him in order to achieve a greater power. His two brothers plotted his demise and ruthlessly carried out their plans without remorse. No, this man had no life…he was dead from the beginning. His existence was merely to serve a purpose, to serve the very government who empowered the evil men he would later be sent to destroy.

To kill your commander, to kill the members of your unit, to kill both your brothers, to waste your youth on the endless battlefield, this is an impossible burden which no one man should be able to endure; yet this old man has lived through it all and is willing to keep fighting until he encounters his destiny, and finally earns some rest.

It was the wee hours of the morning when I finally guided this heroic old man to meet his fate. There he sat, alone in a graveyard, with a single bullet in the chamber. A gun, pointed directly into his mouth. This old man is tired, and has served his thankless purpose to the world…he is no longer needed, he is an obsolete relic of wars past. “War has changed,” his body is giving out, and an ungrateful nation survives yet another tragedy. A single gunshot is heard in the distance…this unheard of hero’s flame is extinguished. He has earned his rest.

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