"Daddy?" I called out to my dad from the floor as he drinks a can of beer in the reclining chair.

"What is it sweetheart?" he asked, putting down the can and turning towards me instead of the T.V.

"I wanna join the army when I'm older," I declared at him, pointing to a small advertisement in a newspaper article.

Dad chokes on nothing in surprise at what I said, "Why is that?"

"So that way I can protect as much people as I can from harm," I cheer at him closing my eyes to give him the biggest smile I could muster at the age of 5.

"Well," he started as he adjusted in his chair, "You'll have to wait till your much much older then you are now dear."

My eyes started tearing up at the thought of not being able to help as I am now, "But daddy, there are people who need help everyday, can't I do something now?!"

The man sighs and said mumbles softly to himself, "I guess we could send a letter to ask, but you would probably just be in the background instead of front lines till you are old enough."

"Really?" I asked standing up from the ground and started jumping up and down, "I can really send a letter to ask that?"

"Yes, BUT," dad sternly starts speaking, "You will find out just how cruel the world really is, and I won't be there to comfort you when you see things a child should never see."

I stare at my father in awe and admired his words of wisdom and truth. "I'll be strong for you daddy, I promise you that."

"Then let's get started on that letter," dad states as he starts to rise.

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After a couple of months of letters going back and forth, we finally made a deal with the current Secretary of Defense and General of the Army that I can come in at the age of ten be the little helper around the base in the afternoons while I am being educated in the early mornings. So that means I had just under 5 years to live with my dad and create a lot of memories with him.


It's the week after my tenth birthday that the knock on the front door happened.

I was playing with my shirt watching T.V. when the sound of the being knocked on, so I went to answer the door and when I opened it, it revealed two tall muscular men in military suits and a couple of medals present over their heart.

The blond haired male questions me, "Are you Alexandra Swan?"

I smile brightly towards the man with a shake of my head, opening the door wider and invited them into the house I lead them to the living room where I see my dad walking to his chair.

The brunette male beside the blond greets me with a smile, "Hello, My name is Blake Warford and that over there is Samuel Thine, we are here to bring your daughter to base to start her training."

At the sound of Blake's voice dad turns his head to see the two males in the doorway of the living room. Standing up dad walks over to them and shakes their hands while greeting and introducing himself while I go upstairs to get my bags, one for showers and the other for clothes and books.

After having lunch with the two soldiers and my dad, I waved goodbye to my single parent as the cab drives to Seattle's Airport to take me to my new home.


It's been eight years since I left to join the army, and I'm glade that I made a new family with my squad. I 'graduated' early because of how fast paced they were teaching me, and that there wasn't any time for casual conversations during "class time".

So far, I am the youngest soldier on the force, and I was/am being babied a lot because these men and woman has raised me to being to young adult I am now. General Malute retired three years ago because of his old age, but he found a new one a year before he leaves to show him the ropes before he truly left, leaving me in tears because he was like a grandparent to me.

The new General is Gage Hound and he is in his early thirties, dirty blond hair with hazel brown eyes that look black when he is mad, and that it self is not good. Another thing, he treats me like I'm ten years old again.

After a couple of bickering days he finally let me and my team do a recon on finding something. But that something will never be seen, even by another kind.