Chess - A Game Of Pawns

I wake up at sick bay wondering what kind of wounds I have today bullet,ballistic another surgery? nope today it's a bite wound from a dog, thanks nazi's for using "Buster the Dog" as your new favourite weapon. the war isn't even close to being finished and I've racked up 12 different scars 4 on my back, 5 on my chest, 2 on my arms and legs and one right through my eye like one of those super villans except i'm not a villan or a hero i'm just a marine fighting "World War II". But really i'm a kid from Brooklyn that's a year to young to be in the army... But like most people I lied about my age

I'm not 18 i'm 17 everyone knows but no one wants to lose a soldier 'cause when your in a hole waiting all day till command tells you "there coming get up ready before those nazi's come in there and kick yo girly buts all the way back to new york! Jack!!" You want to have someone there being bored and alone with you... So the nurse comes in to say that i've been wounded badley and need a few days rest, fortunatly that's not a bad thing.

For the next few days I write letters home to my Brother and Dad about the war and my experince and how I miss them and the rest of the spiel and ship it off the day that they send me back to hell.