it's 2003. and the world is on fire. every major nation has rounded up their rifles and sharpened their weaponry. making up for one of the most brutal wars in history. a genocide taken by the U.S army against a nation that did nothing to them for a case that was never true.. by the end of the day. baghdad had already fallen down..

you were deployed near the green zone in baghdad. where the next elections will be held to decide who will rule the new president for this fractured nation.. next to you were your friends. and around you were the iraqi citizens who passed by you in fear of you. then. the last thing you knew is that your friends suddenly freezed. and started falling down on the ground. as rounds and rounds of bullets came washing down around them.. he was there. smoking the entire battalion like a hawk against a horde of ants. you saw him. he stood on top of the house's roof. his rifle in hands with a ciggeratte in his hand. the monster who masscared hundreds of american soldiers.. juba. the iraqi angel of death..