The shit soldiers went through. The fucked up shit they heard when they came home from nam. It would make most people sick only twenty years earlier. But for some reason they only saw baby killers and murders. Madmen and people that needed to be locked away before they snapped. It wasn't right, it wasn't constitutional and yet the men took it or blew out they own brains. That's if they were able to that is. Most families locked their family in mental asylums because mental illness wasn't understood back then. Then there were people that hunted said soldiers, egged them on and abused their power to make sure that they stayed in line.<br/><br/>That's what happened to John Wolfe after all. He was walking through a town, stopped at a restaurant to get something to eat and the owner decided d that he didn't want a drifter in his cafe. So when he asked him to leave, John asked if a soldier could get something to eat and when two men got up and grabbed his shoulders, he turned around and left their bodies broken before getting arrest by a few undercover that were having dinner at the place. But they didn't understand, the didn't understand that he was one of the most deadly men that they came across. He was in a special unit actually made of demons as a weapons specialist and demolitions expert and best with a knife. They had no respect.<br/><br/><br/>But what they did next would make any get go to war. They took him back to the police station, beaten and tried to break him. A man that stood at 5'3 and was called the devils rat in nam. But what he didn't make up in size, he made up in speed and pure rage and as soon as they started hitting his skinny, yet muscular body smoking in him snapped as he he broke the fragile, wooden chair and plunged the shard into the officers neck almost growling as if he was already in hell. He then cut himself loose and took the man's gun and shot through the rest of the place and loading up a bag full of weapons before stealing a police cruiser and heading towards the woods. His expression could be seen as pure manic, like a beaten dog that didn't deserve the shit that he had done to him.<br/><br/>Once out in the woods, he pulled out shoe polish and sets to smear it across his skin, hearing the screams of vc, and other soldiers from his unit. There were officers all over the mountains, their were even a few national guard. But they didn't know what they were going into, this was his house and his bread and butter and they were in hell now. He started to load the shotgun slowly as he babbled about them having no respect, that he never got any respect from anyone for his service and that this country didn't understand." No balls..... hit a man when he's down. I will show you pain, I will show you war!" He chuckled a little bit as he hid in the cave, loading the pistol and sharpening the knife." Welcome to hell boys.... welcome... welcome.... welcome." He pumped a slug into the shotgun and waited, waited for dark to start his fight for survival. He could smell the napalm, he could feel.... the hell fire."