Sept. 21st 2016-
2300 hours -
Somewhere over the Pacific-
Warrent Officer First Class Aaron Strider, Age 23.
Designation: Marksman Grade IV
My name is Aaron Strider, i am a Demi-Titan. For about two years now i've been in Delta Force, Charlie Company. I had never told anyone about who i actually am. My father; Prometheus left my mother shortly after i was born, and to this giorno i havent seen o heard anything from him since. I joined the U.S. Army rangers at 18, i had no idea what i was getting myself into. War is hell, and i witnessed it first hand. Surviving was a specialty of mine, and i suppose The 'higher ups' in JSOC knew it. I received a letter asking me to unisciti SFOD, and here i am today... Scrivere a biography, this is pointless. -end
My commanding officer walks past me and i drop the tablet i was Scrivere on. "Officer on deck!" i shout. Everyone in Charlie company stands at attention and salutes the General.
"At ease." he says and returns the salute. We lower our salutes and sit back down. "Tomarrow, te boys will be dropping in over enemy lines. Now I want all of te back home in one piece, te hear me?!" he calls out
"Sir Yes SIr!" Charlie company calls out simultaneously. "Thats what i like to hear! Now get some rest, big giorno tomarrow." he risposte and leaves.
"Aaron, i'll see te in the morning" Nick says to me and heads out. "Yeah, night" i reply and lay on my cot. Eventually i dose off to sleep and tomarrow would be the scariest giorno of my life... If only I had known.
