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Written By Hugh Weymouth
I was not allowed a name. The recruiters gave a number, but no more than a number. 635-84A. It has no meaning aside from my assigned location. I'm simply another statistic to the Angolians. Picked among many, to die among many. My eyes may see a mass grave, but I choose not to be buried among the mountains of slaughtered soldiers, cannon fodder, rotting in the stench of blood and flesh seeping into the ashen soil. I can still feel the cold steel pressing against my body, even though my eyes aren't open, and my heart has slowed to a crawl
I can still feel it. All that I remember before this is a bright light, brighter than any light I could ever hope to see. Now I'm in some sort of frozen dream realm. I do not know when I will wake up, nor do I care. Maybe I'm starting to fade?
I keep on having these recurring memories in my endless sleep.
I remember a planet, and its name I now associate with hatred. Tyrosia is