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And I didn't get tricked into going into the desert for billionaires, I knew that it was the only way that I could legally mow people down with an M16. I am a sociopath, and I understand that about myself. I knew it from a very young age.
I knew the first time that I put a bullet in someone's stomach and instead of finishing him off I let him lie there in the dirt, shrieking in agonizing pain and praying to a false god that I knew wouldn't save him that the best thing I ever could have done was join the army.
It was that stench, Ashley. It's remarkable. It smells like sticking your face in a bag of dirty pennies. That's what it smells like when a father, a son, someone's brother, a human being that was raised and loved by his mother is lying in the dirt bleeding out and screaming underneath you and all you can do is stare with a smile on your face because you know that you did this to him.
I was never happier than my time in the desert when I gave people an agonizing death before I sent them to hell. I miss it and I wish I could do it here, but I had to put my sociopathy behind me when I got my discharge.