June 4th, 2012.
Jason woke up that day, in the barracks, as usual. Woken up by the Sergeant, quickly getting dressed, and going out for the morning run. He would never know that today would be both his best, and his worst, most lifechanging day.
As Jason progressed throughout the day, doing his usual tactical exercises, Lunch came. As he was eating in the dining complex, the Platoon Commander came and called them all in. Jason would have no clue as to what he will be tied to next. As he was standing there, lined up, the Commander was walking back and forth, talking about how good of an unit we are, how we have been moved up in the world. That world would be....Afghanistan. 9 months of Afghan Heat. Our job, as described by the commander, would be routine patrol in Panjwa'i District of the country. As described by the commander "One of the worst places to be deployed into". The platoon commanded ended with saying they would be going after our specialized training.
As they were dismissed, Jason felt both excitement, and fear. This was the present his country gave him for his 18th. A 9 month trip to the most hostile district in Afghan. As he discussed it with his Platoon mates, they were equally terrified. Some were happy to get out, some didnt know what to think. Jason hadn't even noticed that it was almost 14:00, his mind was so occupied with what would happen, of the future he had.
As Jason was nearing the end of his day, still feeling weird and slightly scared for the future ahead of him, He went to bed, not being able to properly sleep, constantly seeing awful nightmares, not knowing that some of those nightmares would become reality in a few months' time.
To be continued.