One day, when I was shaken, an Angel of the Sea joked that I should get a tattoo…
“The Strong, Silent Type,” he said… in Chinese symbols, he meant, since I had been keeping to myself and my Three Kingdoms Era novels.
An angry Soldier overheard—and to him I was a traitor. Maybe… maybe I was?
I mean… if I’m the strong, silent type and the Ancient Chinese way of life celebrates this lifestyle. Then... well… I guess some would say I’m not a proper American.
But maybe I’m just not Army material, eh?
I couldn’t quite make it there… no, not me... the strong, silent type.
If I’m not loud and belligerent, I’m not doing it right.
…Is that right?
I know a lot of people who would agree.
But… that Angel respected me.
He…
Trusted me…
And when I left that place, the Angry Soldier apologized. We shook hands, and he meant it.
So I raised my silent sales and drifted back… into nothingness…
A ghost soldier… armed only with the power of deafening silence.
And two blue eyes that kill.
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