If there is just one thing that is consistent with mankind, it's war.

And with war, come death, killing, violence, horrendous acts committed in the name of ones country, or cause.

And the more and more I think about it, I really can't stand the thought of killing someone in cold blood, don't mind hurting them a bit, but when it comes to war, I really don't mind killing. At all.

Being here has taught me one thing:

It has confirmed my one true love;

The love of chaos, and violence.

It's something I hate to love, I don't want to love the violence, but I do.

It's a rush like no other, unlike anything I've ever experienced.

Put your head up to look, you see a muzzle flash, you go down quick, quick thought process goes into your head "That mother fucker just shot at me", and getting shot at actually calms me, cools my senses, because I want to kill him, more then he wants to kill me, I slow my breathing, I lift up my weapon, I don't mind the snaps, I know if I die, then it was my time, and it's a fate that I chose, because in a fight to the death, someone has to die.

I close my left eye, I slow my breathing to an almost stand still pace.

I begin pulling the trigger, "Is this what I really want to do?"

A resounding "Yes, this mother fucker has to die, and I want to enjoy it."

I pull hard with the meaty part of my finger.

I fire again, staying committed to the belief that I am not here to wound, I am here to kill.

And again, and again.

The neck, what a wonderful place to hit someone I wanted to cause tremendous pain.

Hes incapacitated

Move, hes not going anywhere, time to get his buddies.

Move quick, duck, get cover, flank, cordon and search, don't forget the controlled pair, don't leave a single one alive.

It's all in a days work.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I lead a rather exciting life I like to think, only shame is the wars ending. Not enough of them have died.

It's okay. We'll be back, and so will I.