"I was with the US Rangers when I served in Afghanistan. My squad was a odd bunch, mostly misfits and castoffs from other units." He chuckled a bit as he remembered all the hijinks his crew got in.
"One day, Me and the other guys were humpin, which means we were out on patrol. We suddenly got fire from a nearby village. We had to hide behind some ruins and return fire from a enemy we couldn't even see. We called in a black hawk and they cleaned up the mess for us."
Franco took a deep breath and continued. "When we got to the village, it was a mess. The black-hawk hit more civilians that actual hostiles and the people were cleaning up what was left of their loved ones, Arm...legs...feet,now just bleeding stumps. And there was this girl who was sitting over her mamma and... well you can figure it out."
Franco got up and walked over to the window, staring out into the bright lights of New York. "I've seen some much violence and death over the years, I don't even feel anything if I shoot random that get's in my way."