Well I am just answering the request, and here it is my really bad prolgue.
Prologue:
One lone man stumbled through the field if corpses. He was wearing the outfit of a marine commander, but he no longer was one. He was no longer a man. He had seen too much. His mind had broken. The battle had left countless dead and only one alive. And he was no longer was considered human. His mind lost, the marine wandered through the field in search of an opponent… only to find a quiet cry. His head jerked in the direction from which it came and his body followed sute.
As the man drawled near to a mound of rubble, another cry could be heard across the battle field. He pushed forward in his search of this living thing, his final opponent. Another cry echoed across the bold wrought field. The madman looked down and grabbed the sides of a broken wall and tossed it away. One more cry. He had found it, his last opponent!
Now that all that stood between him and the last opponent was removed, the mad man lifted up his opponent. His arm drew back and his fist clenched. Then he lashed out to strike down his final foe. The blow never landed. Thunder boomed, but it was quieted by a single voice. The voice of an innocent.
Silently a tinny hand reached up and touched the man’s rugged face. The gentle touch returned the man to his senses and after hanging his head in shame, he left the battle field that would later be remembered as, The Plane of Death, with one small baby boy.
