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"Ok, that should do it sir, welcome to the Seals. I'm sure all six of you will be some of our best troops out there." I, me, my friends, are now a part of the Seals. "All I know is that if I die doing this it'll be for a damn good reason." I walk out of the room and see my five best buds standing there. "Did you make it or what?", asks Jordan. "Course' he fuckin did, we could hear through fuckin door." Zak remarked. "Well what are we waiting for, lets go celebrate." says Gabe. We all run out and shout "Hoorah!"

We all get in our cars and drive to a night club called 'Soul Dancin'. "Victor, you gonna do the robot?!" yells out Daniel. "Hell yeah I am!" I begin walking into the club, feeling a bit excited, I shouldn't be, I just signed up for one of the most dangerous jobs in the world. A job where people are trying to hurt me, kill me, my friends, my country.

After watching the terrorist attack on America during 9-11, me and my 5 friends agreed to join the Seals. We've all be the typical patriotic kids growing up in Houston. All of us have always dreamed of being soldiers growing up. Out of the bunch I was always the one that was the most willing to step up to danger. When we were in the 9th grade a group of seniors started to pick on us. One day they decided to try to beat up my friend George. I took on all 7 of them, the one that had a knife I had put in a coma after kicking him square in the side of the head. I never got caught.
Now we are here, making our childhood wonders and dreams real.

After a long night of partying I go home to my room and think over all I've done. Its a lot of thinking for one night but the thoughts keep flowing along. I think about when I broke my neighbors window playing baseball when I was a kid. How I got my college diploma, the first time I broke a bone, the last time I broke a bone. Then just before I fall into a deep sleep I ask myself. What if my life, and my friends soon all come to an end?

It's a tough week before going off to the Seals, I tie lose ends with people I've known as good friends here and say bye to family members. I quit my old job as a mail man and say bye to my boss and coworkers. I soon will be in the city of Fallujah fighting Al Qaida in Iraq. I want each one of those bastards to get killed and burn in hell for not only what they've done to America but to everyone.

The job I took was a sniper, when I was a kid I always would hit targets, cans, bottles you name it fairly easy. I hit around 8 out of 10 shots. My dad use to call me eagle eye before the divorce. My mom always was in a bad mood constantly starting arguments with dad, slapping me calling my "a disappointment". One day I got a job at a gas station got a crappy apartment stole 80,000$ dollars from my mom's gambling money stash and left at age 16. To blow off steam I went to a shooting range I set up in a field every week. I soon was almost spot on accurate with any gun me or my friends took out there. Now I am off to go test me skill once and for all. Not like most test people take, but one that decides if I can kill for a living.