Prologue

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Maybe this call to action was meant to just end me... end my life. When my fingers first tore through and into that cloud white envelope, I knew this would be inevitable. I couldn't avoid my mission call -that one that everyone would dread. Each second felt like ten eternities. My heart pounded all throughout my small 140 pound body. Getting my breathing under control was such a challenge. It felt as if the world came crashing down, crashing down the second I read those words inked onto the paper.

Dear Marion,

Marion Wright, on behalf of the United States Military you have been drafted to fly in the Third World War... this war is known as the last frontier of the world...

The wind blew in my face harder than it ever had, both hypothetical and real. I pray for everyone everyday. I fought the truth sometimes, which resulted In overly painful moments. I never know when my final breath will be; tomorrow?

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