The plane's engines roared heavily, the few soldiers left from the war seated on benches on either side, either sleeping or talking to one another. Among these soldiers was Andrew 'Andy' Colby, recently divorced by his wife before the war. He was asleep, but he could hear the voices of others, including those of his wife, pounding at his mind.

"Thank fuck this is over ..."

"ANDREW COLBY YOU MONSTER ..."

He awoke with a gasp, his eyes jumped open. He was sweating, and some other soldiers looked at him.

"You alright, kid?"

"Yeah ... Just my fucking wife, the bitch left me ..."

"Cry me a river, pussy."

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Around another four hours passed, and the soldiers could feel the rumble of the plane's wheels touching the concrete runway.

"She's over, boys! We're getting shit-faced tonight!" one said, along with a cheer from the surrounding soldiers.

As the soldiers unloaded themselves from the plane, cheers came from a crowd of people. The soldiers gave waves, but Andy just walked down the pathway. One of the army generals stopped him, "Andrew, you ain't gonna leave without saying thank you to the people are you? You should be proud you survived."

"I may be proud, but the killing of innocent people is dishonoring enough. My pride was crushed during that war, and you tell me to be proud? I wouldn't see it in a million years, I'm fucking going home." Andy snapped, shoving him out of the way, walking towards the exit of the base. "See ya." he waved to the guard in the toll booth.

"Taxi!" he yelled, motioning for the yellow cabby to come his way, which it did.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

As Andrew thanked and closed the Taxi's door, he stared at his home idly. The lights were all out, and his car was still in the driveway. He sighed, walking up to the doors. "Time to see what's on ..." he said, opening the door after inserting the key.

The home was cold after leaving it for so many months, so he started a fire. He sat down on the couch, and then he head something crash upstairs, so he quickly withdrew his combat knife, "Who's there?" he asked. He investigated where the origin of the sound was, and it was a metal pot in the kitchen that fell down. "War insomnia. Can't let it get to me." he said, sitting back down on the sofa, turning on the TV. He laid his legs down on the couch as he watched NASCAR.

Andrew was a young man, he wore urban cargo pants, along with a white T-shirt that showed off his muscles. Since he was in the army, his training bulked him up. He grew a smile as his favorite car raced passed the finishing line.

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Andrew fell asleep on the couch, snoring loudly. It was 3:36 AM now. He woke up to find his front door wide open. He snapped to attention, but before he could clearly render the situation, an elbow struck him in the chest, "Stay down." the deep voice demanded. Andrew decided to fake him by nodding, and the intruder turned his back. Andrew slowly and silently took off his belt, held it by both ends, walked behind the intruder who was picking up things and putting them in a bag, and wrapped the belt around his neck, and pulled hard on both ends, causing the intruder to choke and gasp for air. When he was finally out of breath, Andrew laid the thief down, who passed out. Andy proceeded to throw the intruder from the front door, who landed in a puddle of mud. He locked the door, "And stay out!"

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Andy marched angrily up to his bedroom, which was warm from the fire's heat that spread throughout the home. He fell asleep quickly after collapsing onto his bed.

He awoke after 7 long hours of sleep. His phone was ringing, so he answered, "Hi whats up yeah hello?" he said tiredly.

"Andy! You're being called back for another war overseas. You're still in the army." the general said over the phone.

"Yeah well I'm resigning, I can't take another war. Remove my status as Major General, I don't care ..." Andy replied.

"You sure?" the general asked.

"Of course I'm fucking sure, I don't want to be traumatized a second time. I'm resigning and that's final." Andy demanded.

"Whatever you say."

* * * * * * * * * * * *

It was evening now. Andrew had a couple friends over, and they were all drinking Pepsi and watching football together. Andy heard his doorbell ring, "It's the pizza, guys!" he said. He walked over to the door, and the kid delivering must have been in his teen years.

"Here's your pizza, sir. That'll be $21.55" he said.

"Keep the change." Andy said, handing him a 50$ bill, taking the pizza from he teenager's hands.

"Thanks. Have a good night." the teen replied, walking back to his red scooter.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

After some goodbyes, Andrew's friends left, and Andy headed to his computer. He found a note on the desk. "Hmm?" he wondered, looking down at the note.

Dear Andrew;

This is Julie. I left this here in case you lived through the war. Me and Stacy left. If you don't get this, I don't care.

-Julie

Andrew was hurt. His wife didn't care if he died. He held the note close to his chest. He was engulfed in anger, "FUCKING BITCH!!!!!!!" he drew out his pistol and shot the note. A tear dripped from his eyes. "I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING ... AND YOU LEAVE ME!!?!??!? YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT!!!!!" he yelled so loud that a drill sargent would recoil if he heard it. He slammed his fist down on the desk so hard that it turned on the monitor of the computer, revealing an image of Julie. He looked at it with anger, and ripped the monitor from it's plugs, and threw it at the window, which shattered, giving way to the momentum of the throw of the monitor. The monitor plummeted and broke when it hit the ground. Andrew just slid down the extra layer of glass and wood, covering the damage, and jumped into bed, turning on the smaller-screened TV.

As the half-angry Andrew laid in bed, he watched NASCAR, or what was left of the four-hour special. He sighed and turned off the TV, and what happened next surprised him; he heard a loudspeaker come over.

"Andrew Colby! We know you're in there! Come out with your hands up!"

"What the fuck?" he asked, surprised. He looked out of the window, and two- no- three S.W.A.T vans were parked outside his house, with FBI troops at his door.

"I repeat! If you do not come out, we will breach!"

He looked back, and thought hard. "What to do ..." he asked aloud. He stuck his head out from his window, "'The hell do you guys want!? I'M TRYING TO TAKE A PISS HERE!"

"You're under arrest."

"For what?!"

"Attempted murder."

"ON WHO!?!?" Andy remembered the thief. "Did he say he had a belt around his neck?"

"Yes."

"The fucker broke into my house and tried to rob me of my shit! It was self-defense!"

"Okay enough horsing around, go in and get him, boys."

Andrew's door burst open, and he could hear the footsteps. Just then, a blinding light shone in the room Andrew was in, upstairs. "The fuck?" he said. The light was engulfing him now. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?" he yelled. He saw the door to the room he was in burst open, followed by a gasp from the FBI troops.

Zap-BOOM!.

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Andrew yelled and screamed as the fibers of space ripped open before his eyes, transporting him through what he guessed was some sort of lucky inter-dimensional transport that saved his ass, but no. He was wrong.

He saw the ground of a planet that looked much like Earth as he was plummeting downwards through the night sky, falling towards his doom. His life flashed before him, and he prayed to god that he'd live. His vision faded into pure darkness as the terminal velocity increased, and he passed out.

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