My grandfather was a veteran, my father is a veteran, and I'm now a veteran. Four years of special ops in the Marines, and in one night it was all taken. 
I still remember the feeling as the bullet went in one side of my knee and out the other, shattering my kneecap in to hundreds of slivers of bone. At age twenty-one I was medically released from the marines after having not one, but two knee surgeries, was diagnosed with PTSD, then finally I was sent home. Needless to say, I have a temper shorter than that of the fuse on a stick of dynamite, and have been known to break a few bones. Therapy is a waste of my fucking time, and I'm not getting any younger. 
I know too much, you all don't know enough. This is one crazy, fucked up world we live in. Currently, I'm seeking revenge. From who/what? I can't say....Just don't get in my way, or it may cost you your life. Consider yourself warned.