1 I am dead, that's really underwhelming.

"Where am I, better yet who am I" I thought to myself as I regained consciousness. I wondered as I attempted to look around the area but found myself unable to move my head. I was surrounded by inky darkness but at the same time it felt like I was swimming through honey and at the same time warm and nice like I was being hugged by a happy sun. Though I was in a quiet questionable situation, I felt almost as if I was at peace, almost like everything was right in the world and even if it wasn't, I just didn't care.

I once again tried moving my body but it seemed strange because it didn't feel like I was being restrained, it felt more like I was just a floating mass of consciousness almost like I had neither hands or feet to move in the first place. It was actually quite soothing, my mind felt a little foggy but one thing I was sure of was that I was being propelled forward by an unknown force. I could feel that I was being pushed forward and quiet fast too.

As I was endless moving forward, I suddenly began to feel very drowsy and then I once again lost consciousness. I regained consciousness, but this time I was no longer in the void, I was watching a man crouched behind a stack of sandbags he shouted orders at those around him while he held a rifle in his hand. The man was well built with a somewhat tall frame standing at 6'2", he barked more orders at the men before they all sprung up and opened fire on the enemy who was marching upon them.

He had his hair in a very low fade and he was wearing all camouflage, even though his face was a mess covered in mud and blood I could still tell who he was, his name is Shawn. It was me. This was one of my memories but I was experiencing it again from a birds eye view for some reason, it felt quiet strange.

After watching the battle and returning to the void my memories began flooding my being. I remember everything, My name was Shawn Bailey, I am 26 years old and I was a soldier. I was born in Trench Town Jamaica and I lived a somewhat poor life in the ghetto. I was really good academically with a promising future but I wanted to make some quick money and got sent to juvie for some petty crimes. After I got out I went to America and enlisted in the army in an attempt to turn my life around. I had been serving my country for 9 years now and I was actually an excellent soldier. I learned fast and trained even hard bringing my body to almost it's peak.

And I remembered how it all ended, it was a stubborn and almost beautiful ending, I can say in my years of service I had irradicated many enemy platoons and even had the nickname God of War. I had more confirmed kills that most of my superiors put together even though I served only a fraction of their time. It was a fulfilling existence, I really felt like I served my country even to the end.

This mission was a scouting mission one of my less favorite type of missions. We were running a simple scouting mission in and out just like that but it wasn't as simple as I thought. On extraction one of our greenhorns, a newish recruit that couldn't be anything over 18, he was enthusiastic and ready to serve and he followed every order without hesitation, I had actually grown fond of him, almost like I took him under my wings.

But as we were extracting he got hit by a wire trap and his leg was messed up pretty bad and the trap set off an alarm, so the enemy was about to swarm us. I ordered my men to fallout and I stayed with greeny. He was crying because he thought that his weakness had caused me to have to forfeit my life.

"Shut up, soldier. It would bring disgrace to me as leader if I knew one of my soldier was about to face death and was crying like a coward. If we are gonna die, lets do it with a smile on our face and give these sons of bitches hell" and with that we shared a cigarette before going out in a blaze of glory taking dozens of the enemy with us. It was a beautiful end for the War god.

You know most people in my situation would be freaking out but you know what. It's okay, I think I died happy so it doesn't really make sense for me to stress about it or cry. It already too late now for regrets, but since I am dead, where am I.

I'm not gonna lie, I don't expect to get into heaven after all my killing but this seems a little tranquil for hell. As I was wondering where exactly I was going a bright light begun to shine in front of me and as I approached the light, it began to take shape until it formed a gigantic door that opened and seemed to have a portal behind it. As I got closer I began speeding up and I was sucked through the door, as I passed through an intense wave of nausea passed over me and I was thrown on a white marble floor.

As I hit the floor I felt pain and it surprised me, dead people can't feel pain right I asked myself before looking at my body and noticing it was entirety white and swirly almost like it was made from wisps of smoke.

"What is going on now" I asked myself as I began standing up to take a look around the room. But the scene I saw was quiet astonishing.