Jack of Harts

I hated the Shang when I volunteered to serve. I volunteered because I wanted to kill as many of them as I could. That was not the right reason for me to volunteer. It took me a long time to figure out a reason to serve that I could live with. Literally. It wasn’t about killing Shang, Chinese, or anyone else I thought had done me or mine wrong. That’s not serving. That’s killing. I got way too close to being a killer.