My name is Jackson Smith. I am 28 years old. I’m from Montgomery, Alabama. I lived with my sister and parents till i graduated high school then went off to join the military.
My background and life story is not one of fame or anything I like to talk about in particular, but for the sake of this application I suppose i shall share.
I rarely got along with my father, a highly respected and feared military man whom was once referred to as "Colonel Badass".My father held the rank of General and disapproved of me leaving town to join the marines. My mother on the other hand is by far the greatest and strongest woman I have ever met. She has faithfully stayed by my father’s side through thick and thin since they were first married back during The Gulf War. I also had a sister, but sadly she isn’t with us anymore. When I was 11 years old my younger sister was struck by a speeding car in front of me. The force was so fast and strong that it knocked her right out of her shoes, leaving them beside me, while she died upon impact. This was the first worst loss I had ever had to deal with.
I left town and joined the U.S. Marines. Shortly after completing bootcamp at Perris Island, SC. I was selected to go into further training for Special Operations Command (MARSOC) (Counter-Terrorism Force) in 2012. After serving out four tours in the middle east I was sent to Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego to train new devil dogs.
During an operation in Afghanistan, while I was serving as a sniper. My unit was clearing out an area and I was told that I was cleared to fire. When the gunfire had died down, and a body count was reported in, I was devastated to find out that one of the dead was my teammate and friend. This lead me to believe that I was not in fact an asset to the team cause I wasn’t able to save everyone and I had strong thoughts about leaving but then changed my mind. I have never kept this fact a secret, nor will I ever hide what I’ve done in the military. However, it does bring me pain, and guilt whenever it's brought up.
On July 10,2017, I was given direct orders that a few of the sergeants and staff sergeants from the depot were going to join another company that was going to be deployed to South Zagoria specifically to the Elektrozavodsk area. On July 17, 2017 we arrived late in the evening to the docks of Elektrozavodsk. From there we were told to get some rest as we would need it in the days that followed. The next morning the order was given to protect the local civilians and countrymen from the outbreak and to shoot anything on site that did not respond after 3 callouts. At first this was a difficult task as many people were scared to approach us and even talk to us, cause they were unsure if we were there to help them or get rid of them.
With everyone running around in panic it was hard to take control of any situation cause no one really had any accurate information on what was actually going on. In the beginning we did lose a few brothers which put me back in the same mindset from when I had lost John in 2015 in Afghanistan. However, that was something that I could not do and threw those emotions to the back of my mind as I would have to become someone with answers for any survivors we came across.