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Forever A Rebel Soldier (Moo)

Brock's p.o.v:
They say war breaks a person. Trust me, I'm one of the most fragile people in the world, and if there's one thing the war between King Richard and the Rebels failed to do it's break me. After a year of relentless battling and bloodshed, we seized the throne and drove out King Richard loyalists. And even though I witnessed the deaths of friends and children, I would say I'm one of the only people, besides maybe Evan and Craig, that war didn't break. It made John go crazy and caused Tyler to have severe paranoia problems. Then again, those two worked on the field more than I did.
While Craig and I had worked on devising battle strategies and ambushes, Tyler had organized children into battle troupes and sent them into battle, and I know it kills him to think that just a year before most of those kids had found their only joy in his videos then died in battle to please him. It broke Tyler's heart, and after every battle Tyler would go out to the battle field and clean the blood and dirt off of every fallen child, then buried them personally. It exhausted him and ground him down to a pulp. I know he'll never be able to look at a graveyard again knowing that his unjustly killed soldiers would be forgotten in time because they had no head marker to identify them in those long and empty fields in which they lay six feet under.
While Tyler had worked behind the safety of the Rebel Base, John risked his life for days and sometimes weeks at a time. John was a spy, and he had to infiltrate King Richard's army bases and act as a loyalist in order to gain information. I remember him telling me just a few weeks ago how terrifying it was. "There was always the chance that I could mess something up and get shot to death in the blink of an eye," John had told me. "That never changed the fact that this was something I was destined to do." John had been caught a few times, and received many bullet wounds in the process. I remember John's account of a particularly terrifying time he'd gotten caught. "They had put me in a torture chamber and tormented me for two weeks straight. They chained my wrists to the walls and would slowly cut my skin with different tools. That was on the days that they felt merciful." He had retold this story while trembling violently and eventually bursting into tears.
Well, while my two friends suffered both emotionally and physically my intelligence and social skills only increased as the war went on. My plans became more and more complex and full proof, and I could talk to people better after talking the tough lingo of soldier children. The war may be over for now, but the fighting, the violence, the bloodshed. It will all come back, and when it does I will fight beside the soldiers. I want to be able to relate to my shattered friends as much as possible. If I die in the process, then so be it. It will be worth it to be able to feel at least half the pain Tyler and John did. Wether my victory comes with a permanent scar or angel wings carrying me to Heaven, I will remember the pain I suffered and will sympathize my friends even as my soul fades with time.