Jon Ballard event record, Age: 20
After years of abuse by his mother, as well as alienation in school, and death seeming to always be on his shoulder, Jon set out for the United States Army. It came naturally to the boy, toning him like steel on anvil into a killing machine. A few years go by, as he watches men die on both sides of the field across some three hundred missions. More than half he climbed out of covered in blood that wasn't his own, with no other survivors in tow.
Date of Death
"Incoming!" The shrapnel of an rpg rips through the Commanding officers' back pack digging out the front of his chest cavity. The radio pack he was wearing had been blown into a pile of smoking surkits. Nearly all the men in the outfit were wounded or dead. As fate would deal it, his old school friend William was the only one to make it, thanks to Jon. The two crouch behin dabandoned cars and barrels before coming up on a dead end in the deceptive dirt road. William wheezes frantically, his thick neck pumping with so much blood he could only point at the firing squad that stood behind them.