The sun was just setting behind the mountains at the edge of the desert. A convoy of vehicles that were moving slowly on the dark and lonesome road shined with their lights and chased the darkness away, slowly the moved into a large military base, men and people rushed to the vehicles knowing that injured were most likely going to be. From the point vehicle stepped out a large man, a team of doctors rushed to him but all they were given was a head shake... the young men inside of the vehicle he was were unloaded slowly and placed into those grim dark bags. The man went to the nurses station and found the nurse that was usually taking care of him, he went and sat on the bed where she worked unstrapping his battle-torn armor and taking off his shirt to reveal two gun shot wounds on his shoulder and numerous scars on his arms. He sat there quietly with his mask on and helmet next to him for the doctor to begin treating him. He was silent and didn't speak a word as per usual, some said that he took a mortar shell to the head or that the insurgents cut his tongue when they were fighting but nobody knows of this man and who he actually was, his eyes were always soulless and he had no friends on the base, the only thing they knew is that he was always the only one returning from combat.