I was born in Pennsylvania in 1998. I was a shy kid at first starting out in school but, due to my fathers work we had to move to central Florida when I was in 7th grade. When I reached my new school I was able to gain some popularity as the new kid. I played sports and was in a lot of cliques throughout the remainder of my school career. I was looking for a career while applying to colleges when an Army recruiter in my area reached out to me about the service. I ended up joining as a 68W ( Combat Medic). I passed basic with flying colors and advanced to Medic school to continue my career. After completing the school I was assigned to the 82nd Airborne Division. I was deployed to Iraq in 2018 with my unit where I was injured in combat where I suffered traumatic injuries from an IED explosion. I was sent home and spent months recovering. I was on desk duty during my time of recovery.
Eventually I was cleared to continue my career where I requested and transferred to the Comanche Troop of the 2nd Cav. Regiment where I would continue as a medic. We were sent to Europe to conduct and assist on trainings. After a year in Poland I finally reached the rank of Corporal where I now had a squad below me. During this time I spent a lot of time learning to develop skills to be a good leader. One day I needed to put those skills to the test when the Aerosol vaccination wiped out a majority of our unit. We were transferred and moved to Norway to assist with the situation unfolding. I was on camp one day treating my soldiers when all hell broke loose and ever since then it hasnt been the same. We barely have any men or supplies at this point. I am now a Sergeant with just a few men under me with little supplies and morale to continue going. Winter is here and I'm afraid this may be the end.