Let me break your angel wings {O.S}

Let me break your angel wings:

I wake up to the sound of grenades exploding; I grab my M16, run outside of the tent to join the rest of the troupes. We are all marines sent on an anti terrorist mission. I join Lance; he briefs me about the situation, and then tells me that we were both given the task to attack the enemies from behind. As we crawl towards the enemy's camp, we spot two of their patrollers, we slowly get behind them and thanks to our camouflage, we slit their throats without being noticed. We finally get to the enemy base; we had to bring as much chaos as possible to their ranks for the rest of our team to advance. Lance throws a grenade bringing confusion to the militia's camp; I take this chance and start shooting as many of them as possible, before getting retaliations. The enemy bullets weren't accurate, they lacked training and composure which made it easy for me to stay covered. Then I see him, the leader of the militia, our ticket home, I try shooting him but my gun is empty, I make lance cover me then I sprint towards one of the shooters, stab him to the guts, then I take his weapon and shoot our target ending his life. I run out of the camp barely unscratched, proud of myself. Lance and I sprint out of there while the rest of our team launches the attack, but then a bullet gets through my partners head and a grenade explodes, the last thing I hear is a loud scream.

I wake up, the smell of cigarettes and whiskey in my apartment, became an inseparable part of it, I walk to the bathroom, wash my face, a disfigured face, I walk to my living room, the loneliness tears me apart, my wife left after I came back, she didn't want a broken man, a man who shouts in his sleep, a man who drinks and smokes to forget his deeds, I take my phone listen to her last messages, and cry. I look at my medals, but what meaning did they have now that my happiness has been stripped from me.

I stand in front of the mirror, all I see, is a monster, skinny, with broken horns, snatched wings, and all he touches dies, first his comrades, then his baby, and finally his love.