Jack of Harts

I loved my home. I loved my family. I loved those girls. But the Shang had killed the world I’d given up everything to hold to, and I was angry. I was so very angry. Way too angry to pack it all up and follow the girls that saved my life. The Shang wanted to kill us. Well guess what? I wanted to kill them right back. I wanted to kill them all. So I left those amazing girls that put me back together again and I volunteered to kick those alien asses to the other side of the galaxy. To make sure they never did to someone else what they did to me. There was nothing patriotic about it. Not then. I just wanted revenge, and the United States military was perfectly happy to accept my service on those terms.