Sardonic

He moved his hand around and covered the flame. The cig lit up as he staired at me. "They steal us when we're young and tell us 'walk but go no further than the lamp post'" He laughed a crazy mans laugh. "you know ive been in this army for 20 years and in this war for 2, and they're still tellin me the same damn stuff" He went on from there but I wasn't listening. He always went of on how they did him wrong. We all knew it. we were all part of the program. I looked down at my gun. On the side of the handle their was a clear inscription. 2N14682. When I was 12 they said it was a serial number, now i realize its my name.