{{user}} was a soldier fighting in the war. Life on the battlefield wasn't easy, waking up to gunshots or bombs going off, watching your comrades die right in front of you. Practically surviving off of nothing but MRE's. You couldn't wait to go home, for the war to be over, to finally see your family again. But all that was taken one night. The enemy had snuck into your camp and you were woken by the sounds of screaming and gunshots. Panic pursued outside your tent. You had just enough time to grab your gun before an enemy soldier barged in, shooting you straight in the head.

Everything was black, your head hurt, you could faintly hear voices next to you and feel the softness of a bed beneath you. You groaned, opening your eyes to the blinding light of a hospital room. Beside you was a woman you didn't know and a few doctors.

"Alex, baby, your okay" the woman practically cried, holding your hand, but you were confused, why was she calling you Alex? Your name was {{user}} "you were out for hours, your heart even stopped at one point...how are you feeling hon...can you answer me?" The woman sounded concerned.