Titan Part I: The Fallen Hero

War Adventures

When training is complete, Gus and I end up being stationed at the same military base. We are stationed at a base in Afghanistan. We are greeted by an officer.

"You two must be the newest recruits? I am General Stanton. Welcome to my unit," he says, reaching out his hand.

"It's an honor to meet you, General. I am Corporal Anderson and this is Corporal Gus," I say shaking his hand.

"You have quite a grip Corporal. Let's see if your skills are just as strong."

General Stanton has a sergeant assign us to our positions.

"Your job is to prevent any of the ISIS soldiers from getting past the barricade," he says, pointing at the barricade.

"No problem," I say.

Soon, several hundred ISIS fighters start charging toward us.

"James, I am s-s-scared," Gus says, shaking nervously.

I place my hand on his shoulder.

"It will be alright, Gus. Just watch and see." I say.

I figured it was time to show him my powers. I throw my gun to the ground and I start running at the terrorists. Several of them start shooting at me but the bullets bounce off my skin. I leap at them and knock several down. Several other terrorists pull out knives and start swinging at me. I just knock them all down with a single swing. When all of them are knocked out, General Stanton arrives, astonished by what happened.

"How were they defeated?"

I glance over at Gus who acknowledged what I was telling him.

"We-We-We don't really know sir. We were guarding the base when they s-s-started charging at us. M-M-Maybe a tank or m-m-missile?"

General Stanton glances over to me.

"Hey, I know just as much as he does."

"Well, I am impressed by your actions, whatever you guys did. You managed to protect the base from them."

"Thank you, sir."

Later that day when we are back at the base, Gus looks at me like I am a weirdo.

"H-H-How did you not d-d-die?"

I didn't know what to tell him. I think for a minute.

"Alright, I think you deserve to know the truth. You see Gus, I am not exactly human."

Gus doesn't say anything for a minute.

"W-wait, you sayin' you're an-"

"Yep."

"I-I-I always knews something sp-sp-special about you," Gus says.

"You can't tell anyone. Promise me," I say holding out my hand.

Gus shakes my hand.

"P-P-Promise."

We continued fighting on the front. We earned ourselves the respect of the other soldiers as well as our commanding General. We start becoming friends with other soldiers who would become more important in my life outside of the Army but not in the way I would expect. One time, me and Gus work with a unit to infiltrate a base of ISIS soldiers. We get the US hostages out of the base and blow it up with several grenades. On another assignment, we intercept our own tanks that was stolen by ISIS. It is guarded by ISIS soldiers carrying machine guns and riding horseback. I knock 3 of the soldiers off of their horses with an air kick.

"You're not human!" A terrorist yells.

"I am more human than you!" I say before punching him in the face, knocking him out.

We manage to regain the tank and drove it back to the base. Gus and I are promoted to First Sergeants. We start commanding our own unit of soldiers. We lead them through many battles for many years.

One night before our next assignment, I sit down with Gus.

"Hey, you alright Gus?"

"Y-Y-Yes. I am just th-th-thinking about our time together. I-I-I want to go home and see my ch-ch-children."

"I promise you will see them."

"Y-Y-You know what song I was th-th-thinking about?"

"What?"

Gus presses a button on a radio and it starts playing "Take Me Home, Country Roads," By John Denver.

"I love this song," I say.

Gus starts singing and stops stuttering.

"Country roads, take me home to the place where I belong. West Virginia, mountain mama. Take me home, country roads."

I start singing with him and soon the other soldiers join in. After we are done, we start celebrating and dancing.