He snorted in amusement. "Thirty seven confirmed kills, another twenty nine that were unconfirmed, and killed two tanks and a homemade helicopter, any one of which usually requires a special, dedicated and outfitted team to kill. Hardly monsters, as they are well known, widely created human machines, and anyone with the knowledge and training can either make or use one. That they had a homemade helicopter was a nasty surprise, even if it was completely useless.<br/><br/>As for wealth and power? Hardly. I was... comfortable, had enough food and entertainment, and likely wouldn't have lacked for company if I enjoyed being with people. However, the nightmares, aches, and scars don't balance against that, saving the fourteen fellow soldiers, however, was an acceptable trade. Like I said, before that deployment, I was on the low end of average for being a soldier. After that, well, I got a number of highly respected awards and medals. If that means anything, but I was released as my wounds kept me from preforming certain actions to the extent required. So I was let go. Six years of service, and turned out with a pat on the head, a jump in rank, neither of which mattered in the civilian world.<br/><br/>As for skills, having seen the level of weaponry, I doubt fullest would be the proper word to use. Unorthodox and innovative, yes. But I think my ability to plan far outside my pay grade would be the greatest advantage. If the technology level is as low as I expect, then getting a radio, magical or similar analogy would give my teams and squads an almost unparalleled advantage. Which is what I am likely to do, get skilled, young, and hungry people, train them to what I consider acceptable levels of physical readiness, and then apply an extra six hundred years of technology based warfare lessons. The result will be... interesting, I have no doubt."