The perfect soldier

The perfect soldier

Disclaimer: It is just an idea no more no less

First I was picked up on a corner,

Since then I have been a loner,

They made me train for endless hours,

And very rarely let me have showers,

I was sweating like a pig,

And learned quite well how to dig,

I was digging and shooting most my life,

And they said I would do that till I got a wife,

But then I got a lucky break,

One in my life and one in my leg,

I was considered top in assassination,

And afterward killed some people without much hesitation,

Then I saw her Relena Peacraft,

And I would have shot her right off the bat,

But she was stupid,

And I wasn't allowed to kill stupid people,

So I ignored her,

But she stuck around me like a stupid vulture,

So here I am they made me marry her,

I don't know why people look at her like a perfect figure,

And at me like a vomit mixture.

Well how was it? This is my third poem. Please oh pretty please review.