Dairy Entry 0001- Soldier tag 10b-MAJ-JM

Interrogations are always the same. Small room with one sided glass window. Two MPs* watching over you. One officer plays the nice/good cop angle. The other does the bad cop from a lame cop movie. All the time the others too chicken [ CENSORED ] To come out from behind their little window to do their own work. It wasn't anything new, except the questions they asked. Did they real intend on putting a man K.I.A on trial? Of course that implies they lied and he really is M.I.A. But back to my, questioning.

                  They called me down, early. Way too early, I was still [ CENSORED ] my girl when they knocked on my door. Two little [ CENSORED ] who just barely earned their stripes. Obviously marine corp, but still to green to know how to get someone to move or know when you're outranked.** The boy, a spunky obviously Irish decent redhead grabbed my arm. I hear he cried and tried to quit at medical bay, once they set his nose and realigned his jaw. The woman though, the [ CENSORED ] that nearly got me court martial-ed, tried reaching for her side arm. But I had already used my forearm to pin her to the wall by her neck. Even if she napped her pistol, I had already pulled the slide off the barrel.
                It wasn't entirely a fair fight. I was big, even without my gear* on. Spanish born and raised. At an early age I had a physique a full two years older than I actually was. Had to work my way up, manual labor. I was a well built, tanned with slicked black hair Spaniard. With blue eyes that always wooed the chicks.  My build intimidated my fellow grunts, but my charm gained their loyalty.
                When we got to the ONI* building, and passed the empty spot where his monument should be. [ REDACTED ]

                   The questions were weird off the bat.

                   {" Do you have you have any reason to believe that  Dr. [ REDACTED ] had any way of surviving the last battle at the American-Canadian border.?" }

                 That question. I had already excepted his death. Mourned with his girl at the monument honoring him as a hero. The man who's ideas effectively ended the war. That last look on his face. He knew, I knew he'd die. So I looked up at the one being bad cop.

                 " Do you want me to believe he could have survived? That's quit cruel Brigadier General Grigs Sir. As a soldier, I don't like wasting time on things like hope."