Self Pity
By D.H. Lawrence
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
After 25 years my life is changing, again. Obviously my life has had gone through some adjustment periods in the last 25 years but nothing that has affected me like this change has. I sit in my apartment on the 7th floor of my own building that houses my own security company. And why yes this all seems to be a lot in ones life, these things were always part my life's plan so they were just adjustments.
Now you could wonder how at the age of 18 I knew that I wanted all of this. It all unfolded when I was given the option to either go to jail or go into the Army. Through boot camp, then infantry training I realized this was the purpose in my life. I am made to do this job, not just my body but also my mind. I can strategize an enemy's movements so that I can utilize their movements to do the job, whatever job is necessary, with the minimal effort. My body moves with all the training they have given me in combination with the years on the street.
Once I have started to excel in the Army I have been given the opportunity to join the Special Forces, first I start in the Rangers. That is where I have earned my moniker Ranger, due to the all of the other training I've learned in all the branches. I've trained with Rangers, Seals, PJs and Recon. Once I have learned everything the United States military was going to teach me, they in their infinite wisdom decided to put me in charge of my own squad in the black ops. That old saying 'if I tell you then I'll have to kill you' has transformed my life. And has led me down the path that leaves me where I am now. A Black Ops Mercenary that is being put out to pasture, they are no longer want me in the capacity that I have been fulfilling. Of course they want to utilize my business Rangeman, but they don't want 'ME' anymore.
A/N: The characters contained in this story are not mine; I make no money out of this adventure. The only thing I get is the satisfaction of writing it and hopefully providing entertainment to you the reader! For the one who makes money of these characters please see Janet Evanovich. The poem is by D.H. Lawerence if it seems similar it is the poem from the movie GI Jane.