I once read that every warrior hoped an honorable death would find him. I always went looking for mine, but not even the Reaper wanted me. I was trained to kill. I was trained to not ask why. To take orders and just march in line. Hoo-ah motherf—ker.

Life or death. Ride or die. And I’m not only talking about the military. I’m talking about the life that led me on the road to nowhere. My life. I fought for my brothers.

I fought for my family. I fought for my country. And I fought for her … never realizing I might die for them too.