Peering through the plexiglass, I could see a man flanked by two of the orderlies of ‘East End Asylum for the Criminally Insane’. “Haha, Doctor Smith, huh? XXX I didn’t miss a beat. Now, a psychotic commander causes too many friendly casualties for them to be worth for their man-hunting traits. I did as instructed, not willing to invoke the wrath of the orderlies. “Haha, Doctor Smith, huh? It claims you have the most combat and noncombat tours of anyone your age, achieving the much venerated rank of gunnery sergeant. Strange symptoms? He was somewhat short, shorter than both me and the orderlies (who were huge). Staring back at me, in painted form, was the face that caused me so much torment.
