Getting on the train wasn't at all what I hoped it would be like. I expected my brothers Sniper and Demoman to help me plan pranks on the other team. I expected my mom to laugh and tell us to make sure we were careful. I expected my dad to shout at us that the train was coming. I expected to look at my family and smile at our matching uniforms. Back then we didn't know what side to join...so the colour would change. When we were RED Demo would (in his drunken state) pat my head and say "Scout's on like fire she's burning!" because of my blonde hair to which I would hug him and he would scream. When we were BLU my dad would check our uniforms and bend down to fix my hat and say "the blue matches your eyes" to which I would giggle and stare into his own blue eyes.

Whatever colour I picked I would still be the youngest to join the war in history at only 13. I knew it was only a dream I would have to be at least 16 or over to join. But I still liked to think about it. My family was going to wait until I was 16 to join even though Sniper was going to be 16 next year and Demoman would be 19. But we all wanted to be together and said they would wait till I am 16 to join. But I still hoped that the army let us all in now because I was the fastest Scout here! I started training when I was 5 because we were all going to join we decided to train early. I was the youngest to join and I didn't go to school because I was so dedicated to becoming a Scout I was homeschooled... mostly about weapons though... But I still believed my dream would come true when I turned 16.

I was completely wrong...

I am now 14 and this is how I'm arriving to the base. I wasn't waiting outside the train with all my family. In fact it was only me and my dad. My brothers and mom joined RED while we joined BLU. All as 'trainees' to become the Pros when more members join up. BLU trainees wore green uniforms while RED wore orange. My uniform matched my eyes though because now my eyes were green. I looked down at my bandaged hands. Scouts wore these as part of the uniform to keep firm grips on the weapon while running. But I was also wearing them to cover the scars... And lots more scars but I don't like to think about them...

My daddy puts his hand on my shoulder and I look at him my happy filled eyes and big smile. I was still the same as I ever was still childish and playful well... maybe more childish and playful. I didn't let them take that from me I NEVER will.

"Let's go the trains here" Dad- or now Green Soldier announced.

I grab his hand, I habit that I took up after what happened with people mostly Daddy, and we walked to the train.

This was the moment I dreamed of since I was 5, and when I was being Tortured...