A Strange Memory

"War; War never changes."

The days had past by long. But as always I had still somehow been held tight emotionally, like some glue had been holding me there. War is hard and difficult. It was the Terrosim war and the general said we might be going into battle with today. My buddy was exited, his name was  Max and he had seemed to be so far a very cool and relaxed person. His blue eyes and dark blonde hair always seemed to be filled with happiness yet rage. Me on the other hand,I was different very different. I was a short, stocky guy brown/black hair and a very quite and observant. My name is John if I haven't told you I am a first class private in the US Army. My whole family had gone into the military and now it was my turn to show patriotism to the United States of America. But in the army everyone seemed happier than they should be considering the conditions of environment they experience. Anyways as we got onto the tank I realized I was about to kick some ass. My moms side of the family(the side who didn't serve in the army) were scientists. In fact my uncle which I had never met because he died and the CIA confiscated his body for what they called a radio active infused body that could harm the environment, he had been trying to discover how to bend the time space blanks and shape-shift. That crap didn't make sense to me but I never asked questions.Yaddah Yaddah here I am with no concentration on the task. I get of the tank and point my gun at the abyss of dessert in front of me. Realizing why in the world I had chosen this job. As soon as the third dispatch gave us the clear to engage they started shooting. And by they I mean the terrorist
. I immediately grab cover remembering my training I slide through the back and smoked them boys. When I had realized it small ambush the coast was clear. I screamed "Any injuries" he screamed back "yes, Private Benjamin" I said to myself oh crap private Max Benjamin. He got shot and was bleeding out no body could do nothing. His fate was death.
I kept repeating "Stay with me" but he was losing consciousnesses. Right before he went to sleep eternally he told me
"Я твой дядя, и сила творить и путешествовать во времени - это в 9827." And handed me a a piece of paper like I he keeps he was gonna die. I didn't dare to look at the paper. Everybody was shocked and the second in command Colonel Rod suddenly spoke out to break the silence "Lets move it private time to go back to the base." All I wondering was what the hell he had he just said to me and first thing I knew was when I got back to base was I was gonna decode what he had told me and look at that paper. I had always remembered what my dad used to tell me "War, war never changes. People die and suffer for the country and somehow more people still seem to enroll in the army" and it was true. My friend died and he died with a message. I was going to decode that message.