I look around and I see only pain, the pain of many and the rich's of others.

- Clinton, 11/13/10

How could all of it come to this? We lost the war but I'm stall fighting my battles for servile both in mind and sprit. I have lost everything, my home, my friends, my wife all gone in a matter of years. I'm am a broken men, the shadow of my foamier self. I was know as a hero but know only know by the people for the lives I tack to see the sun rise and fall aging. But was get's me going after all I been throw? That is the guessing I ask my self over and over

"Hay is show time" The grad yelled's at me. I stood ready for to night's show, my armor was stead with blood as will as my sword. I look at hem with my old green eye's of me as I walk to the killing field were I stood with other's like me and other's not like me. I heard the crowd's yelling and cry's for blood, it is nothing new to me.

"All right you scum bags listened good for I'm only siding this one's for all of ya. To day your going out there and give what the people what and what they what is BLOOD! The more blood you sped the chances of your servile get higher get's, so in other words if you what to live to a another day you get to kill the other guy be for he kills you, ever way I don't give a dame I make money, now go out there and KILL THEM ALL! FOR THE EIMPER FOR THE EIMPEER!" Thus were the words I heard many times be for. For the Empire who are they thing to fool? I know batter they gust what to make money and make it fast. The door's open and we rush to our death's be low.

With all of the yelling and fighting I lose my self to the violets and the blood shed. I only thick and act on one thing and one thing only, service. I cut, I push, I kick, I bit, I do any and ever thing you could do in a fight to service, in tall there is only one left. Both of us were cover in blood from head to toe and our armor was falling part. We rush at one another with only the voice that said "Kill, Kill, Service" going throw our heads. After what seem like a hour of fighting he fall dead and I have one the right to live a another night.

It was not all ways like this for me, I remember that life when I sleep. I stall remember thus days, back thinned I was Fox McCloud and I had a good life a head of me. I wish I tock ever thing I said to her that night, the last night I would see her….live or dead.

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