He was going to be executed for the mass murder of twenty-three civilians.

Billy was the type not to be messed with; he had only been in the marines for a couple of years now, a fully trained one at that. He was a nicely built twenty-six-year-old; he had a tattoo running down his right arm. His blue eyes were staring down at the metal floor that buzzed as the van drove to his end.

He looked back up at the MP again and stirred up a little conversation. "So, how long have you been in the Corps?"

"Two years now, sir," the MP said, not giving a glance at Billy, he just stared straight out the window, watching the darkening sky as the orange glow of the sun was being blanketed by the oncoming night. "Two years, three months, and two weeks to be exact, sir."

"Really? Two-three-two, eh? Do ya have a family? Y'know, a wife, kids…?" Billy asked him.

"Aye, sir. I have a wife, sir, and two daughters waiting for me at home, sir." Responded the MP, still not turning his head toward Billy. "You, sir? Any family?"

"No, I have nothing in my life now. Really, I've never had anything," Billy responded, still staring at the cold metal beneath him.

"I'm sorry, sir," replied the MP.

"No, don't be sorry, I'll be dead anyway, so it doesn't really matter,"

Billy looked up and saw the MP finally looking at him. "What are you being charged for, sir?"

"Slaughter of twenty-three civilians, an entire village…" Billy said, turning away from the MP. "Ah, well, they could go thinking I did it…" Bill paused and turned away from the MP for a moment. "Y'know, I just realized I never found a person to care for, I guess I never would care for person now…ah, hell, who am I to tell you about my depressing marine life?"

"It's quite alright sir,"

"Well, sure I've slept around with my fair share of women, but I never really loved any of them, nor have I ever really cared for any of 'em. I was just a lost boy then, but now a man who's about to be executed for slaughter. Anyway, yeah, I never really had anyone who cared for me anyway. Neither did my parents, my mother was never home when I was a kid because she was a streetwalker back in New York, my father didn't give a rat's ass because he went off joining the military, not ever really knowing of my mother's nightlife.