It all started on a cold December day in 1992. It was the day I was brought into the world. It was around 5pm when my mother began going into labor. The battle lasted a total of 8 hours until finally I released from my tummy prison. I came out protesting and covered in the gore of battle.
I didn't know it yet but I was not alone in this family. Among the ranks I was met with 2 other brothers who had arrived years before me. There was Cameron, our leader, and Tristan who was second in command. I was the third and was bestowed the name Jordain. The first few months were a blur. I was learning all kinds of new things. The training was vigorous and pain staking but I pushed on. It was often that I only got 3 hours of sleep before waking and screaming from the days of training and helplessness. Walking was the hardest to master. I'd seen the other soldiers do it just fine so I was determined to meet that standard. Speaking of soldiers. I dont think they liked me very much because at the age of 2 they had already backed me up into my carriage and abandoned me on the porch of a neighboring country. The general was furious with them and swiftly expedited me back home.
. As the years rolled on I eventually gained mastery over my bowels and could walk like the rest of the troops. At the age of 5 I began the process of going to another military installation known as, "School." It was a jarring experience for me for I had gotten accustomed to staying with the general and my other brethren. Even though I wasn't comfortable with it I was bound by duty to follow orders. My first day at school was amazing. There wet so many other soldiers from different armies and backgrounds. I even got to meet the overseer of the installation who they called, "Principal." Her name was Mrs. Hess and she had a birds nest of fluffiness as hair. She gave me my orders and where the barracks were located. My barracks was located near the entrance of the school and was run by a lieutenant by the name of Mrs. Matthews. She was a stern one but I took a liking to her and her to me as well. She gave the nickname of Jordie Bear.
I didn't know it yet but I was not alone in this family. Among the ranks I was met with 2 other brothers who had arrived years before me. There was Cameron, our leader, and Tristan who was second in command. I was the third and was bestowed the name Jordain. The first few months were a blur. I was learning all kinds of new things. The training was vigorous and pain staking but I pushed on. It was often that I only got 3 hours of sleep before waking and screaming from the days of training and helplessness. Walking was the hardest to master. I'd seen the other soldiers do it just fine so I was determined to meet that standard. Speaking of soldiers. I dont think they liked me very much because at the age of 2 they had already backed me up into my carriage and abandoned me on the porch of a neighboring country. The general was furious with them and swiftly expedited me back home.
. As the years rolled on I eventually gained mastery over my bowels and could walk like the rest of the troops. At the age of 5 I began the process of going to another military installation known as, "School." It was a jarring experience for me for I had gotten accustomed to staying with the general and my other brethren. Even though I wasn't comfortable with it I was bound by duty to follow orders. My first day at school was amazing. There wet so many other soldiers from different armies and backgrounds. I even got to meet the overseer of the installation who they called, "Principal." Her name was Mrs. Hess and she had a birds nest of fluffiness as hair. She gave me my orders and where the barracks were located. My barracks was located near the entrance of the school and was run by a lieutenant by the name of Mrs. Matthews. She was a stern one but I took a liking to her and her to me as well. She gave the nickname of Jordie Bear.
