Those Days Are Gone
Prologue
I can't honestly say I've had a life that anyone would envy. Though, if they did envy it, they ought to see a doctor. Something has to be wrong with their head. There have been plenty of people who've asked me about it in what I can only guess is some sort of fit of curiosity. Sadly for them, they would always leave disappointed. I don't talk about those things. I don't like to. In all honesty, the only two people who truly know about my past before the military are Hanji and Erwin. Granted, those are the only two people I completely trust.
To whoever reads this, the Scouting Legion and I are all long gone. You probably won't find us for years. If we do come back, our numbers will have significantly decreased. If I happen to be one of those to die for humanity, I'll leave you with these papers. Once my death is confirmed, share this story to everyone who will listen. Make it into a book, if you wish. Just make sure it's heard.
Like I previously said, I don't exactly trust too many people, so you really ought to be honored that I'm writing this down at all. You ought to be honored I'm even letting you read this, whoever you are.
I'd say it's best to start at the beginning, but then again, who can even remember their own birth? The answer to that question, dear reading, is fucking no one. We only know what it was like from the stories our parents and relatives tell us about as we grow up. I suppose that's normal, though, seeing as mothers and relatives will often bring it up on their child's birthday.
So, all I can say about my own birth was that it wasn't anything special or glorious. There was no shining light surrounding me when I was born, nor was there a heavenly light coming out of my mother as I was born. I'm not the damn chosen one. I'm anything but the chosen one.
I was born in the house I was raised in. It was a small, wooden little thing that fit right into the town. Everyone in that town were poor and hardly had enough food to feed themselves, though for some reason, they all still thought it would be a good idea to have children. Seems irrational to me, but oh well. Our tiny little town was poor and the people in it were even poorer.
There were two types of people in that town. There were the people who, though they had little to nothing and their big toe stuck out one of their winter boots, were still perfectly happy with what they did have. Then there were the people, mainly teenagers, who hated their lives so much that they'd thrown their futures out the window and started living day by day. They were the thugs your parents warned you about. I'm proud to say I was only really like that for a couple of years of my life.
Either way, I'd better cut the crap and get on with it. Have fun reading about the not-so-great life of Lance Corporal Levi.