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But my father was in

He had served his nation enough, a nation that had long betrayed him. He was but a forgotten hero and the glorious history of the greatest nation had no place for a killer like him

No country had a place for him any longer. This is why he was to get on a ship and sail away. He couldn't resist killing. Killing was a part of him, the only part he felt

whole in. In Paris, on a whim, he stopped by a military recruiter. As a foreigner his only option had been the Foreign Legion. He signed up. Now he would be able to do some killing

to avenge his dead mother. How he had longed for this moment for so long, since he was a little boy, to grab a gun and fire shots with his eyes closed, not caring who got hurt.

But when he went and reached for the gun, an alien spacecraft crashed into the garage and immediately shook the house and distracted the boy who's hand missed the gun.

"Zoinks!", he gasped. Meanwhile, the alien spacecraft continued gyrating pointlessly in a mound of collapsed cement, rubble, various tools and its own wrecked form.

An alien climbed out of the wrecked spaceship and pointed a finger at Shaggy. "And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling rocket launchers!"