"Why do we have to listen to this stuff, sarge?" James shouted. "Because son," replied Sergeant Mackey, "this stuff is your story, and as long as I'm your commanding officer, I won't let your grunts forget anything about the glorious days of good music!" Sam T. Mackey always loved blasting old 80's heavy metal music over the helicopter intercom, it irritated younger soldiers like James because the music was about 70 years old, but each soldier learned to put up with it for the most of the time reluctantly. "Hey Sarge, how about we change the tune to something a little more in-touch?" said Lieutenant Rodriguez, who was not a fan. “How about we put away your LT stomachache?” barked Mackey, "This stuff is good for the soul, and you newbies don't get any of that these days." The Sergeant looked away and stared at the opening. He looked African American, had a bald head and a menacing scar on his face, but he smiled often, had an upbeat attitude and, unlike everyone else, loved being a Marine. His stature was that of a giant and I felt he weighed 400 with his gear, was rough, stiff and looked like he did his job with a chip on his shoulder. He was about 68 years old, but modern medicine had kept his body intact to that of a 35-year-old, so he was experienced having been a Marine sergeant for over 30 years. "Can someone kill me and be done with it? I can't stand this garbage." James frowned he seemed more annoyed than anyone else, James Marinovich was a private first class fresh out of boot camp, he was always complaining about trivial things like when we were going to eat next and why we always have difficult missions. Mackey liked to scold him and frown as a result... middle of paper... slowly, pacing back and forth as if my life depended on it. I reached the door and heard a quieter hiss than the voices I had heard earlier in the hallway and when I turned I saw him standing there in the corner of the room, I couldn't see his face, just a silhouette. I pointed the gun at him but for some reason I was moving in slow motion, for some reason I had thoughts that weren't my own and I felt my mind slowly, painfully, slip into madness. I lost my balance, collapsed from a complete lack of mental stability, and soon the world started spinning. I don't know how long it was before he came over to look at me, apparently to give me a good look at his face, but for some reason when we looked into each other's eyes my mind quickly saw visions and symbols that I hadn't seen you know, my mind is collapsed in on itself and everything went black. And that's the last thing I remember.