Leeg 2
So this is what we've been reduced to? Years of training only for us to be turned into a few petty scouts? Such a waste of our talents. Me and my sister have trained for the war for years ready to fight the Capitol, unlike some of the older soldiers that began training years ago and are now too old to fight, and to be forced to be 13's "Star Squad"... unthinkable. This is all the Mockingjay's fault. If she wasn't on the squad than me my sis, and the rest of us would be out on the front lines where the real fight is going on. Instead we've spent the last 4 days triggering pods to make the streets safer for our soldiers. Though I shouldn't blame her for this, in fact I should be grateful. We've gotten every Districts support in the war effort thanks to the Mockingjay and her costume-armor, but this isn't what I wanted and everyone else feels the same.
The way that I was able to shoot those dummies so accurately back home at the training grounds was by thinking they were actual Peacekeepers. Lord knows how much deadlier I would have been if I was shooting real Peacekeepers. I suppose I don't have much say in the matter. Like everyone else I'm just a soldier, someone who just listlessly obeys orders without any questions or complaints. Pretty much a summary of the lives of District 13. I sincerely hope that all of the other Districts don't believe that we've had it easy. Our people have had to live by strict regime's in order to survive, hardly having any time to enjoy ourselves or be with our families. While we've had the advantage of being able to eat three square meals, everyone else gets to enjoy their lives. I don't even know my twin sisters favorite colors, which according to Soldier Everdeen is something the closest people should be able to know off the top of their heads.
With the joy in Soldier Everdeen when she talks about her family and her sadness for those lost in District twelve. She didn't even know a small fraction of them, yet she feels remorse? That isn't how it works with most Soldiers. They're just noble sacrifices, lives lost in the war effort, a means to an end. It's quite ironic actually, we want to defeat the Capitol who uses people as if they're mere fodder while we view them in the same manner. Soldiers are sent into battle like lambs to the slaughter... I wonder why I'm considering this. I'm clearly contradicting my own definition of being a soldier by both questioning and complaining what we're doing. I guess it's because I got a glimpse of the outside world and how other places work. The thing we all have in common is that all Districts are heavily isolated from one another by the Capitol, probably to prevent any thoughts like mine from forming. They lead to questioning in authority which leads to rebellion. One such example is our own Mockingjay who went against the Capitol's authority and survived, leading to the rebellion all of us are fighting in.
Better get a good look at Boggs' holo to see where the next pod is. Let's see, it's over by some purple building with blue streaks. A pod full of mutt gnats. I wonder how they keep the mutts alive, sealed in those traps. That doesn't really matter. They'll be free when the trap is triggered and fly towards us to feed off of. We'll just pull out a special spray Plutarch sent with us to deal with them. It was made to kill these gnats in arena's to make sure that tributes survive, the reason it has no affect on humans.
"Leeg 2, if you could attend to this one."
"Understood Commander Boggs." I suppose in some ways I'm still a soldier, but I'll only question the leaders outside of the battlefield who aren't risking their lives. Everyone on my squad, especially Everdeen and Finnick who could have simply been spokespeople for the war, understands the risks of doing this. They've earned my respect. Time to activate this then. I fix my gun into place, the butt propped on my shoulder and the scope with the area for the pod in full view. The I fir-
I'm on the ground. What happened? I can barely move. I see my Everdeen, Gale, and Homes kneeling on my left side and Finnick, Mitchell, and Jackson at my right. Boggs is calling for medical help. My sis is hugging me tightly. She whispers, "Please don't leave me and our father. We promised to come back. You have to stay with us. With me." So I've been shot. I over hear Boggs speaking sternly, mentioning how the metal darts hit me in the brain. This is the end. And not even a single Peacekeeper fell by my hands. Why? Why couldn't I have helped you all? Why couldn't I fight the Capitol? Why...