Just be

by Elfarmy

My life was simple. All I had to do was follow orders. I never thought someone would come along and make me question everything that I stood for. Fist fic ever. No beta. Tell me if I should even continue.

2. Chapter 2

After my mother died I was in and out of different foster homes up tell I was 18 and I joined as soon as I could. It was just part of my plan.

I remember the first time I saw my father's picture. He was in his dress blues and he had this small smirk. We had the same eyes. I kept thinking how strong and brave he looked. I used to go sit in the mirror and try to recreate that picture. Try to get my face exactly like his. When I was about 10 when I realized that the reason that he looked like a stranger to me was because I did not have his uniform. I felt the only way to connect to the father that I have never known and will never know is to join up.

Try to be the man that he was. A man that he would be proud of.

When it comes to my mother, I don't think about her.

I just don't.

My father gave up his life for her. She could not even stay alive to raise his only son.

She is not worth thinking about.