Ryan's P.O.V
I sigh watching Jason strap his boots on.
48 Years have passed since World War 2.
Jason lifts his M16 rifle and looks at me smiling.
He doesn't understand the threat he's climbing into.
Iran has attacked the Twin Towers entering us into war.
He doesn't understand he's walking into Hell itself.
That he's walking into the mouth of the beast.
•••
Jason's P.O.V
My father smiles at me as I shoulder my M16.
He stands up to hug me. He pats my back.
My mother Christina walks into the room and hugs me.
"You'll be a great soldier." She says.
I smile.
She pulls out her phone and steps back.
I shoulder the rifle and look at the phone smiling.
She snaps a picture.
I sigh and hug my father once more.
"You walking straight into Hell." He says smiling
.
"I always said I wanted to be just like my father." I say.
He hugs me again.
•••
I run through the woods and instantly begin to scale the mountain in front F me.
I lay flat on my stomach and pull the rifle into my shoulder.
I look through the scope and line up the crosshairs in the head of an enemy soldier.
"On your go Jason." Says the commander over the private comms.
I sigh and pull the gun toughly into my shoulder.
I then squeeze the trigger.
