somewhere in a secure building a  paper rested on a table...

my name is vincent vesios, age 32. private first class in what use to be the US army. i'm leaving this here so maybe someone remembers me after my luck runs out.

before the fall life was pretty good. had a nice job and a loving girlfriend Jessica. later on i joined the army to aid our troops like some of my friends had. looking back i guess that's where it all went wrong. you always here exciting stories from the middle east. i don't really have any. got by without anything too exciting....well there was the time a bomb went off at the checkpoint i just left as my shift was up, still dream about that. still, got by in one piece and didn't need to kill anyone. got home safely and shortly after made plans to propose to jessica. but i had little money and it's not like you can make much as a cook. so i sort of started talking with some army buddies. branched out into private security.....jess wasn't happy. but i thought maybe i could earn enough to give us a decent life. i still remember her face as i was getting on the plane out of the US....that was the last time i saw her....

security work was nice. paid good. well good until the day i had to shoot someone. you don't forget your first time, they say that about a few things and shooting someone is one of them for sure. wish i could get that image out of my head.

the smell of burning skin, that's another thing you don't forget. more so when it's your own skin. why some asshole rigged that bomb i don't know but i guess i was just in the right spot at the right time. i didn't read the medic's report but  people tell me something hit me in the face, oil or plastic or something. said they couldn't save my eye sadly. so now i need to deal with being called 'two-face' behind my back. started wearing my mask just to make the comments stop....

came home and jess was gone....left a note about a virus or something and that she was going to check on her parents.....to this day i haven't seen her. don't really have any hope left...

and so here i am. spilling my guts to this piece of paper just so maybe someone will find it when i'm dead and gone and remember me, at least for a brief moment.

the sun's coming up. time to go. to whoever finds this paper, keep it with you. don't let me fade away....