I knew this was it, all my friends but one had died while being in the front, i wanted to die in style, so i put on my best suit, my dad’s favourite cologne and my brand new shoes and I also wore my grandad’s watch. My mother smoothed down my shirt’s upturned collar and picked away all the little cat hairs on the suit. I smiled because i knew that I wasn’t afraid of death anymore. I smiled at my mother while we both cried, but for different reasons. I hugged her and walked away towards the old jeep, awaiting death.

3 Months Earlier…

“Alright boys, this is your lucky day!”

No it isn’t, don’t lie to me. We were all lined up ready to get picked to go to war, some few number of men would be spared but there were very slim chances of NOT being picked, you just had to be prepared for the worst.

Just as I predicted, the marshal picked me with a smile on his face. I walked towards the shack to get my uniform and dog tag, no longer was I a man anymore… I was a slave to war, which was every man’s worst nightmare.

I could already see my name on a tombstone;

|Here Lies |
| |
|2018-2034 |
|He loved music… |
|(that’s as much as we know) |

It wasn’t that bad, I had to think of something to be known for. Maybe the wimpiest kid, the most stylish or maybe just for liking music.
I collected my things and left, I had nothing else to do but pass time till i was called to go to the war front.