The army taught me to kill.
Every flex of hard earned muscle was for my country. I didn’t need shit else except my rifle, my brothers, and the enemy. I was born to fight.
Then the military cut me loose.
Civilian life. Two words dirtier than the bloodshed downrange. I didn’t want my freedom. I wanted my goddamn purpose back. I wanted my government issued rifle in my hands. I wanted to taste the grit of foreign soil. I wanted to fight until I drew my last breath…
Then she crossed in front of my path—carrying our child.