I was honestly suprised that Weyland had someone who he legitimately loved, like family. I was honestly under the impression he cared about nothing or nobody else but the shadows. I'm honestly glad that I was wrong because for how wealthy and powerful he was, Lord only knows what he would have been capable of had he not had her. That's another reason why I didn't think about doing anything to her, that and she was only a little girl, an intelligent one, but still, she was only seven. Just the same as I was. I could go on, but I won't.

After I got back from the underground lab, I was met by Hadrick, who of course had been notified by a Weyland of my actions, and was none to pleased by it, he didn't even like the fact I'd screwed with Weyland. I didn't mention his daughter to anyone, they'd all find out about her sooner or later. What the marines or the colonists thought or did when they found out would be none of my concern. My concern at the moment wasn't even with Hadrick or the punishment he was about to implement, I just wanted a cigarette. And yes I was chastised for what I did. I gave Hadrick a full explanation minus Weyland's daughter, and I took my punishment of twenty-five miles none-stop. Hey for what I got, and scarring Weyland, it was all worth it.

"What about your situation with Corpral Green?"

Ahh yeah. I later met up with him and every body else to tell Rich how sorry I was for his sister. He didn't take my apology very well, asking me aggressively how I knew. I answered telling him I overheard his story in the showers. Once again I tried to be friendly and apologize, but he was having none of it. Rich expounded about how his parents had died when he and his sister were just kids and that if it weren't for her he would have lost his mind. Laurie meant alot to Rich, just as much as Mom meant to me. I could understand his rage, and I couldn't blame him for hating me. He continued saying that without Michelle, he would've never gotten over the death of his sister. Rich told me to stay away from her or else I'd regret it. William was neutral on the subject. Taylor and Michelle tried arguing, with Rich, but I saved them all the trouble telling him I would do as he asked. I didn't promise him, but I could at least make him happy by not having to interact with me as much as possible whether directly or indirectly. It hurt to have to do that, but what else could I have done at the time? I could've crippled him, but he was a marine who'd done nothing but hate me for the death of his sister, and nothing more. I couldn't do that to him he was a fellow marine, and Michelle's boyfriend. Michelle was like my sister, my Hunter Sister. That and I just felt so sorry for Rich.

For the next four months things stayed this way. Michelle would occasionally come over to argue with me about how I would let him do this to me. Apparently she felt similarly to me as I did to her. She was looking out for me as her brother. I explained to her that I felt sorry for Rich and everything he'd had to have went through with the loss of his sister. She kindly retorted saying that I had a point, but that Rich should aslo know that ai wasn't like other members of my species. We talked like this for a bit, but I eventually got her to understand, and she left me alone. Not before regarding her as my Hunter Sister of course, that made a smile cross her face. Michelle would continue to argue though whenever Richard wasn't around, but I'd honor Rich's request for as long as I could.

"His perception of you changed though?"

Of course it did.

It began when me and the crew were exterminating a colony that had been overrun by the shadows. We weren't being led by Hadrick at the time, instead we were under the direction of General Gordon Dale. Hadrick was occupied at the time so his warpartner and friend Dale had to step in. Guy wasn't bad at all, he was capable, competent most of the time, and very unpleasant to be around, which I respected greatly. I'd worked on many missions with the man before, and we knew each other well. I earned his respect for his no-bullsht take-no-prisoners attitude, and he respected me for the same reasons. We got along just as well as he and Dad did. Son-of-a-btch was great he was.

Anyway, I'll spare alot of the details, and just et to the important stuff. So at any rate the mission was going pretty well until the point where Rich and Willie began some crap with me. They did this pretty often if I haven't mentioned before, and this mission was no exception. There was always something about me that made it impossible for those two to want to work with me, and although I was trying not to be antagonistic with him as much as was physically possible, I'd had had enough of them. I didn't start the fight but I wasn't going to take you of it when we were surrounded by shadows. General Dale broke us up before we got physical, and suggested a split up. I was strongly opposed to the idea, but Rich and Willie had had enough of me and were more than fine with a split up. Most of the team agreed with them, but not for the same reasons, and it was decided we'd split. Good Lord do I hate democracy. At any rate Dale led me Taylor, and half of the group, while Rich led his half consisting of notably of Willie, Michelle and a few others. I could tell before we segmented that Michelle was also uncomfortable with the decision, but Dale was the leader on this excursion and his word was final. I'm pretty sure she gave Rich and Willie shtthe whole way through.

About five hours passed, we worked our way through the hive, some of us getting snatched by the bugs, but I did my best to keep casualties on the low. Dale's plan of splitting up actually wasn't all that bad of an idea, it allowed us to cover more ground, and we had enough guys, equipment, and munitions for the job, but I had this bad feeling inside me about the circumstances of the situation, and normally whenever I have a bad feeling about something I'm usually right about it. And of course I was right that time.

I made a few prayers to the Lord while I was patrolling with Taylor and everyone else asking that, Michelle, Rich, Willie, and the rest of their company stay safe on their patrol. My prayers were met with partial success.

They managed to live through the hunt, only because I saved their butts. They'd stumbled upon the queen's nest and radioed their find to us. Dale instructed them to wait there until we showed up before we made our move on the queen. Although we'd worked well when we were covering more ground, all of us were needed when taking on a queen, along with the larger bulk of the hive, that would undoubtedly be there to protect her. Rich listened, but Willie "Wacko" in his infinite wisdom say it best to take the hive as quickly as possible. Not wanting to be accountable Rich and the other went in after him. The walked right into an ambush and were surrounded. Luckily Michelle radioed us right as they found out their situation. Due to environmental issues our treck towards them was met with complications causing us to slow down, but I was undeterred. Receiving Dale's permission I managed to make it to the queen's chamber and provide Richard's company with a means of escape.

"Can you give any details?"

Yeah. I drove an APC through the wall, and blasted everything that sprinted on more than two legs. The queen was pissed by our disturbing her, and she wasn't allowing us to get away with it. Once she saw my interference she immediately tore herself free from her egg generator thing, and began stampeding towards us. I tried to distract her, but she turned her attention towards the fleeing marines Rich managed to distract her by shotting her with his pulse rifle, but he quickly ran out, and was very soon at his mercy. I then tossed my combi-stick at the behemoth shadow, which caught her off gaurd. Rich was perplexed. I had come in guns blazing all alone to save him after everything he'dput me through despite how unantagonistic I had been to him.

"Get away from him you Btch!" I said successfully provoking the queen's attention. She yanked the combi-stick from her head and broke it in half. I was getting tired of that happening to my combi-sticks. I was going to need to find a much better weapon to replace it.

I gave Richard a momentary look, and a head nod followed by a wave telling him to get everyone out. He gave a firm nod that told me he understood and took of towards the APC. At that point it was just me and the queen. I tussled with the enormous shadow for a good exhausting five to ten minutes, before I was hopelessly cornered by the queen.

With nothing else left to do I knelt down for one quick final prayer. It was cut short by the sound of the APC bursting through the hive wall. Michelle, Rich, and Wacko had come back for me after evacuating the other marines. The armored personnel carrier flew into the queen, managing to knock her to the ground with a painful crunching slam. I bet the queen would be feeling that once she woke up.

Rich was on the other side of the door yelling and waving me in. I obeyed, and ran into the vehicle in full sprint. After diving in Michelle got us out of there as quickly as she could. Unfortunately though the queen was persisting after us oat full speed, managing to catch up to us and drive us off. Michelle smacked her head on the collision, giving her a concussion, but she'd live through it. I removed her from the driver's seat, and handed her to Rich ordering him and Willie to patch her up and make sure she was okay. They obeyed.

I was quickly speeding away from the queen, but managed to trick and hit her a few times with the APC. I was honestly having fun, this had been the first time I'd driven a vehicle before and it was exhilarating. Especially when I ran into the queen. Eventually I managed to cripple the shadow, and ram the APC into the queen's head hard enough to expose her brains. That was fun to. I quickly assisted Rich and Willie with Michelle, much to Rich's discomfort, but we managed to stabilize her condition. After that I took the time to radio our situation to General Dale, after receiving orders to stay put and defend our position I replied obediently, and celebrated my victory over the shadow queen with a undefeated roar.

Moments later we were joined by Dale and the rest our our company, including the other half I'd saved. After airlifted our wounded, we continued our treck through the colony. Richard and William said nothing as we continued, but I could see by the regretful look on their faces, they knew they were wrong about me, and were very sorry. After the colony was completely extinguished, we rode home on our dropships, where I mentioned to Rich once again how sorry I was for him and what he went through, and how sorry I was for his sister. I told Rich that I'd never understandhis pain, but I told him I had some understanding of it by explaining in lesser detail about the death of my mother. I explained to him that much like his sister, Mom was the only thing I had. I felt like I'd lost everything worth living for when I lost her. I explained this to Willie to, but I was more straight faced with him. I told him that I didn't know nor care why he hated me, but I expounded that it would be good for him not to irritate someone who is your ally. I exposited that he was a good kid and had alot in him that was good, but he was full of himself, and he was cocky. I didn't need to explain to Willie that that could get you killed. He found that out himself the harder way. Luckily he made it out alive so he couldn't repeat that mistake.

As for Rich I told him I understood why he hated me, and that if he wanted he wouldn't have anything to do with me. I said it in such a way as to make it sincere. After making it back to the facility, Rich and Will confronted me while I was in the showers. They'd came to make amends for what they did. Willie exposited that he'd had no personal experience with my species, and had only heard stories from people who had encountered them, and naturally assumed I was similar. Rich continued saying that he still hated my species for what they did to his sister, but I was not like them. He sincerely and gratefully thanked me for saving him, but was even more thankful that I'd also saved Michelle. Rich and Willie then made sincere apologies to me, they also said they would understand and hold nothing against me if I didn't accept their sorrys. I was actually touched by their humbleness and sincerity. Very few people actually thanked me when I saved them, and even fewer actually made sincere apologies to me when they hurt me. I felt it best to befriend these guys, by accepting their apologies, and I even went a step further by thanking them for returning the favor in saving my butt back at the hive. They were amazed by my forgiving them, but they understood, an from that point on we were friends.

Time passed on, we engaged in numerous missions together, and our group of five grew closer and closer, not just as friends or as a team, but in a way like we were all siblings. I loved these guys, and they loved me. After our fifth hunt together, which went incredibly well with me and the group earning several shadow trophies, I told them that I loved and respected them like they were my siblings. I even gave them marks symbolizing their skilled warrior prowess, and that they were my siblings in spirit now. They were honored, they should have been, they'd earned it. I explained that it was one of those honorable spiritual thing we Predators do to come closer together with the people we care for. It also helps me feel closer to my species, as I still abide by their code of honor.

Rich, Michelle, Taylor, Will, hehehe they were the best Hunter Siblings. When we weren't on missions, or doing anything important, we'd spend our spare time together. It was just us five. We listened to our favorite music together, did friendly wrestling, weaponry quizzes, Hell we even played a game of strip cards. You know the game where you strip off your clothing whenever you lose a game of cards, and the game continues until you're butt ass naked. Yeah we did stupid sht like that all the time. Willie, Oh boy he actually introduced me to the concept of television, and helped me with finding a new weapon to replace my combi-stick, the machete.

He reveals a huge xeno-bone laminated machete. The laminated coating is real xenomorph bone that allows the user to cleave through xenomorphs without the acid blood dissolving the blade ot handle.

Yeah. the first movies I ever watch were the Friday the 13th movies, Ohh do I love Jason Voorhees. Has good taste in bladed weaponry to. Yeah and Willie even named Sexual Tyrannosaurus to.

He laughs humorously as tear begin streaming down his mandibled cheeks.

Hooo boy yep, those sure were the good old days, right fellas?

He clicks his mandibles in a giggling motion, but it quickly stops as he receives no answer. He looks over at the tombstones and sighs sniffling as he sees his friends are not there as he hoped.

After a few momments of silence passes between us, he sighs again and continues.

Richard and Michelle had gotten closer as the years went on also. I wasn't surprised at all once they gave us the news that they were engaged. Of course Willie "Wacko" stupidly asked if we were all invited. I slapped him on the head and said duh, would they tell us if we weren't. And yes we were invited. I wasn't surprised but I was very excited and happy that my Hunter Brother and Sister would be marrying soon.

He sputters a joy filled laugh at the thought.

I just... I was so so happy for them. I was a little sad though knowing that I myself might never have what they'd have, but that didn't mean I could be happy for them. I'll also admit I was also looking forward to them having kids to, but Rich and Michelle weren't trying to get ahead of themselves. Hehehe.

His smile faids into a mournful looking sigh.

Sure would've been great wouldn't it fellas.

He says as he rubs the two deceased lovers tombstones as tear begin to trickle down his face.

You can obviously tell where this is going to right?

I nod affirmatively.

Five years. Five short, happy years I'd known, and loved these guy's as my Hunter Siblings. Five short years I'd engaged in numerous hunts with them and each one leading up to the big cluster fck that took em from me, we'd laid waste to dozens upon dozens of shadow infested territory, and prevented what would have been planetary class infestations. But do you know what helped keep our streak. We didn't get cocky. We had capable leadership, especially from Hadrick, and we didn't become to prideful in our accomplishments that we ended up letting that mistake bite us in the ass. That and Weyland did what I'd told him to and stay the fck out of our way. And you can guess what make that all split like a fcking...

He stiffles a tearfilled sob, as he wipes his mandibled cheeks.

And it wasn't everyone who got to uptight, it was only one person who got cocky, and that person was me, I... I began to become to prideful in what me and my siblings could accomplish. I felt like we could take on anything and everything, God sent our way, and through back against it like it was nothing.. I felt like we were superheroes. I even challenged the good Lord himself, I didn't praise him mind you I insulted him, and yes you might be thinking I'm full of it when I say that but I know that God doesn't like being tempted, and I just bitten off way to much than I could even think of chewing.

It wasn't just that, but Weyland had gotten pretty nervous of me. We'd met multiple times within those five years and each timehe grew more and more concerned for his daughter, and himself. I wasn't going to do anything to them mind you, even if Weyland did do something to me. I was just bluffing to make him stay out of my way. That was mistake number two made.

Mistake number three I don't take credit for because even I wouldn't have been stupid enough to make it. Weyland was becoming tired of lossing all his precious xenomorph specimens, and was tired of the marines for their insubordination in destroying the specimens. Thus he devised to get rid of us, in such a way that no one would suspect a thing, and while he was at it devise a cover story to make us out to be the cause for the outbreaks. Now I'd only heard rumors of this since I never traveled much outside the facility, but apparently we were losing employment because of stories Weyland had been feeding the colonists. Lies like we were becoming fanatical about the xenos, we were worshipping them like gods, and letting them lose. And Weyland's stories did have scientific evidence to support those claims. There were casses of people lossing their sht and having nightmares about the shadows. Other people, became fanatical cultists, worshipping them, calling them "the True Messiah" and a bunch of other Lovecraftian esk sht. These cases went as far back as the beginning, and possibly even predating the Earth War itself. But still!

We had no idea what Weyland was up to, and by the time we found out the truth for ourselves, it was to late.

Weyland had been releasing shadows into colonized areas allowing them to bred uncontrollably for testing purposes, which also functioned well when exterminating us marines. The largest of these infestations, I was unfortunate enough to be a part of, along with my Hunter Siblings.

Crimer's Ridge Colony. That place will always be stuck in my mind, even if I live to be ten thousand, that is an event I will never forget ever. And not in the fun way. Crimer's Ridge used to be one of the largest populated colonies on the planet, third only to New Hadleys Hope, and the Yammerk colony. Spanning at a width and length of up to five miles it was single handedly the most attractive settlement in the entire Northwest desert region. Funnily enough though, while it was in the northwest it was situated just inside the jungle area that leeches from the Southwest into the Northwest, so while it actually wasn't in any desert like it's normally depicted in any of the movies. Speaking of the southwest that place was perfect for a shadow hive. Despite what I mentioned earlier though, I'm suprised we didn't find ourselves in bug holes the size of Crimer's Ridge. As the name implies it was situated on a sloped Ridge another deviation from the movie's, and it was covered in the worst vine ridden, quicksand filled area anyone could have gone into. The terrain was just horrendous for fighting in, whenever you tried to take a step your feet would sink into the mind and get so stuck you'd need someone to help pull you out. It was crap. I hadn't gone hunting in this portion of the Hemisphere before and thankfully there were plenty of trees for me to climb, and leap off of or I'd have been like everyone else participating in the worlds worst cardio training exercise ever.

It was clear that Weyland had changed our leadership. He'd managed to forcibly retire Hadrick and the rest of the old war torn capable leaders like Dale from the Corps and set them up in the Ralcos moon system, a common place for retirees to set up in once they've reached the end of their career. Hadrick had been planning his leave for years now and I knew eventually his time would come when he'd leave us, and when Weyland gave him an his buds the funds to retire, all he had left to do was to off the rest of the Corps leadership and replace it with those of his security task force. He'd taken steps into also doing this to other planets of his with the Colonial Marines. Yeah he was tired of us and he wanted us gone for good. I read up on all the other planets and what the marines went through, and while their stories are hard to listen to I think that KJ147's marines suffered the worst in terms of brutality. And Crimer's Ridge is what I'd call the perfect example what Weyland did to us.

After replacing our leadership with a bunch of bumbling idiots, and making the shadow population explode out of control, with a cover story to cover his ass and put ours on the fire, all he had left to do now was sit back and watch the show. Nothing would stand in the way of him and his exploits on the xenomorphs now.

As I was saying about the mission now, we were dropped in with nothing, absolutely no idea what was going on nor did we even have a clue who was leading us. We received orders to come up on the colony on the bulk of the infestation itself. No airstrip had been preped for us, we were ingaging the enemy in territory we could barely even move in, and to make matters worse, equipment, and munitions wise we were totally unprepared for what was about to take place. And we had no idea any of this was even happening. Yeah to say I'd fcked up tempting God would be a big understatement. And I was about to learn a hard lesson from it.

One hundred and twenty thousand out of the total one hundred and nine eight thousand battle ready marines on this planet we lost in that onslaught. Me and my team of hunter siblings were lucky enough to outlast the quicksand pits and actually make it to the colony itself. all the while corpses, both of our buds, and the shadows were littering the Ridge. We fought hard through the sea of vines and mangled corpses. But for everyone of us that managed to actually kill a bug, they'd managed to kill at least ten of us. yeah I looked up the math the egg-heads did on that little "catastrophic massacre" and given the carnage I saw take place on Crimer's, I gotta say I don't think a lick of it is bull.

"What about Rich, Michelle, Taylor, and William.

He looks scared and forlorn as tragic memories play back to the time he'd lost his hunter siblings. He becomes drizzled in sweat, and his sad expression is mingled with a look of raw terror. Before he enters an episode, he downs four pills of Sertraline, a medication used by former marines to help with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. As of recently 36 percent of people needing it, have been former marines.

Kj stiffles a panicked sob, but quickly regains composure.

Sorry. That moment trips my PTSD worst.

"Do we need to stop and get you to a hospital?"

No no I'll, I'll be fine thank you.

We agree to take a moment and allow him, to regain stability.

Once we got into the colony that's when the fight really started hitting the fan. Those of us who managed to make it, and not get killed in the swamps, ended up getting ambushed from above, to the sides and bellow. Shadows began pouring out of building windows onto the streets, litteraly raining down on top of us. Others flooded out of alley ways. There was this on guy I say get snatched by a shadow and yanked into a pack of five. They just tore him to pieces. Another guy was dragged by his feet into a manhole, nothing left of the guy you could see except his helmet and his rifle.

Me and the guys were boxed in litterally surrounded by these fckers. William was shouting "Die mother fcker Die!" and "You want a piece of me!" He was mad, I mean just the angrier you'd ever seen someone as happy go lucky as he was be. He was the first and arguably the luckiest of us to go. A bug materialized from behind him impailing him with it's tail before turning his gasping scared body around and headbitting one of his eyes out. I tried my best to him in time but a shadow grabbed ahold of me and pulled me away. Rich and Michelle saw what happened to Will, and angrily continued firing at the swarm of xenos cursing all sorts of foul phrases. Their revenge firing was cut short when a face hugger latched itself around Michelle's face! Rich's firing stopped and he looked down at his fiance in disbelief and horror! I made it over to her fast enough, but then some idiots shot struck the facehugger spraying acid everywhere! What was left ate through her face leaving nothing left but her headless corpse! The death of Michelle was enough to make Rich's mind snap like a twig! He couldn't handle the shock of lossing her! She was the love of his life his every reason for continuing, sure he still had me and Taylor! but! Ohh God Michelle was his emotional stability. She was his world. And after she'd died, he just died inside. It broke his mind! He couldn't handle it! Just thirty seconds ago he and his soon to b wife were avenging their fallen friend and now he was just a vegetable! That look of terror, disbelief, and sudden wave of sadness still frozen on his face. I could see it in his dead eyes there was nothing we could do for him.

Taylor fought as hard as he could to give me time to help Michelle, but he also fell. A Shadow had jumped out on top of him and sliced both his legs off. I managed to pull him and Rich to safety, but he'd lost to much blood. His last moments of life were filled with nothing but pain, as I tried desperately to sow his wounds up. But also the pain of lossing his friends. He could tell Rich was still alive but was to broken to be alive mentaly, and he already could tell William and Michelle were dead to. He tearfully told me as he bled out on the concrete floor, how sorry he was. I couldn't see what he meant at first. I was trying desperately to save his life. He cut me short telling me It was to late. His last request was that I get everyone out. No matter what it took. He didn't want me to avenge him or everyone else, he didn't say he wanted his mother or that he wanted to go home, but that I do my best to save everyone I could no matter who they were or what happened. Taylor begged me to promise him. I did, and for the next thirty seconds he tearfully told me how sorry he and everyone else were that they'd done this to me. I still couldn't see what he meant, but eventually I could see he was saying sorry for leaving me alone. Taylor, was saying sorry for himself, and the others that they'd be leaving me to finish the work we'd all set out to do. Taylor was a christian just like I was, so he felt a spiritual calling just like I did that we should protect the Lord's people from the shadows. He felt it in the others to but now it was all on me. I needed to finish it. After he died I sat there over his body and began to cry. Everything went silent as I sat there and wept over my Hunter Brother's corpse. The explosions, gunfire, cries and dying prayers of all my fellow warriors, who would never see tomorrow, and the screeching victory of the shadows outside. All fell dead silent to the tearful prayer I made, asking God forgiveness for my pride, which I'd allowed to take the lives of my Hunter Siblings. I pleaded that they be kept safe in his heavenly home above, and ended with a tearful apology for my tempting him.

After it was all over I initiated a retreat with the rest of the marines who were still breathing, all while carrying Richard's body out of that hell hole. For the next eight years after Richard remained in that death like state. That look of tragic terror, sadness, and disbelief still etched into his face. It would've been better had I just done him in myself. That's all it would've taken just one quick shot to the head and his suffering would have been over, but I just had to save him. The higher ups took him to a mental institution in an attempt to help fix him. Personally I think they did it just to prolong his suffering, which is what need up happening for the next eight years. I can't even imagine what he must have been going on inside him, if anything. Just how much pain he was in. I got a message two weeks before he died, which gave me a visual of his state. He was even worse than the last time I'd seen him. He was as thin as a rail, looked like a concentration camp survivor from WW2, his face had grown out a raggedy beard, he was bald. and his face, Ohh God his face, was still the same as it was when Michelle died.

I was in so much pain when I saw that picture, in so much agony, I said a prayer to God, since there was nothing else I could do, asking, begging, crying when it would all just end!

You have no idea how happy I was when I found out his suffering was finally over. He was finally free. Free to go home to heaven with the others. Finally able to go back home to Michelle. I was so happy I cried like a baby for hours thanking God that his suffering was just over with.

As for me though I wasn't as lucky. My punishment I'd have to endure through to the end. For almost ten years I had to bear that burden that thought that I was responsible for the death of my siblings. In that time Weyland subjected me to all kinds of torturous punishment. I still got to do my job no less. But my job now was to protect Weyland Yutani assets. Yeah I was supposed to protect the shadows, but I never obeyed, and as such I continued to be punished.

I learned to hate Weyland for what he'd done that day, and although I hold myself partially responsible for the death of my siblings, it was also Weyland that brought it about too. And I was not going to let him get away with what he'd done to me and all the marines that have died for the past decade.

"Did you ever follow through with your threat you made?"

No actually. I never did. Not that I couldn't, believe me I could, but I just didn't have it in me to do it. I just did the best I could to keep the promise I'd made to Taylor to protect those I could.

In that time I also became introverted, hard, and just all around unpleasant. I let no one become attached to me, because I didn't want to lose anybody else. Nor did I want to befriend anybody belonging to Weyland Yutani's Corporate Security Task Force. Pricks! And I just remained that way for the next eight years on fighting for what little there was left. I had nothing left to live for but the mission, and Taylor's promise. Once I fulfilled it to the end, and there were no more xenomorphs left on the planet to threaten the Oomans once and for all, I'd just end it.

"You lost hope for yourself, because of the guilt you carried."

That and all the hardships, judgment, and negativty everybody gave me. I had no family left, no one personal I could live for. No one to help me. As you can guess that also made it difficult to cope with my PTSD. But I am a survivor, and a warrior, not just that but a marine. I learned to adapt to the situations around me and the circumstances that I conflict with.

But Crimer's Ridge still haunts me to this day, and during those long painful nine years since, I have often thought about it, and if it weren't for the person I'd come to love as my wife. I'm very sure, that just like Michelle, Rich, Taylor, and Will. I'd be another corpse on Crimer's Ridge.

I end the interview for Kj's convenience, and he thanks me for it. I set up another ,metting with his wife instead allowing him some time to mourn for his friends. As I walk away I hear him sob the words.

I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry guys. I'm so sorry that I let you all down.

Sorry for the delay in response but I was having a hard time getting motivated to do this chapter. I've wanted to do it, but I also wanted to do it right. I wanted to sell Kj's preformance and his character as a broken war hero, and I think I succeeded to a degree. But yeah, sorry for the delay I hope you enjoyed it, or at least I hope it did what it was supposed to, and I will be ready with the next chapter as soon as I can.