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Michael Kelly · (02-03-2014)

Michael Kelly stands alone in front of a gray brick wall, presumably on the side of the Apocalyptic Genesis headquarters and he is in nothing but black and white camo shorts. The camera begins zooming in toward him. He is looking down toward the ground and he raises his left hand and runs it over his right shoulder and the camera zooms toward where he is pointing and he begins to speak.

"Do you see right here, not too far from the clavicle? This is from a stray bullet from a Taliban insurgent in the summer of 2008. We were running a routine search of a school in Kandahar, Afghanistan. All of the sudden, the building was struck by a rocket by the insurgent army and this was followed by an attack on the school by a small force of around a hundred. There were about twenty of us in the Delta Force Unit patrolling the school at the time, so we had to hang in until more of our army could report in to our location, as we were spread out throughout the city."

"One of those motherfuckers managed to get a decent shot off from his British Lee-Enfield rifle from about 25 feet away and caught me on the top of my shoulder. I was so full of adrenaline at that moment, I put a bullet from my AK through his skull before I realized I had blood streaming from a hole in my shoulder."

Michael then runs his hand down and alongside the left side of his body along his ribcage and the camera zooms in and we see about 4 rectangular wounds, 3 between his ribs and 1 nearly on his stomach.

"These here I got courtesy of this one Iraqi who decided that he wanted to go hand-on-hand with me in early 2010. Some of Delta Force were patrolling alongside the outskirts of Baghdad, and myself and about 7 or 8 of us were patrolling around the bombed-out remains of a hotel and we were jumped by this small 5-man gang who I assume were holed up there. They all bum-rushed us, so we really did not have time to pull out firearms. This guy I was wrestling around with had a V-42 stiletto dagger and he managed to stab me, as you can see, quite a few times."

"Three of them dug pretty good between my ribs, while the other one, he punched alongside my gut right at the edge of my liver. The rib stabs weren't too big of a deal, they were more superficial wounds, but the liver shot was a doozy. I shoved the guy off of me and proceeded to pull my Berretta out and put a few bullets in his brain and then I managed to crawl over and grab an old curtain and ball it up and put pressure on my wound to make sure I didn't start bleeding out."

Michael then runs his hand back up and he pulls his hair back by his right ear ever so slightly to reveal a square-shaped and diagonal mark.

"This...I received from Private Harrington on March 27, 2012 from being pistol-whipped by his SIG Sauer pistol moments before I was strapped into the waterboard. If he had hit with just ever so slightly more force, he would have fractured my temple and odds are, I would have likely died right then. With what he did do, he left a nasty hematoma that got busted open when Colonel Cooper smacked my head on the waterboard before setting it in place..."

Michael clenches his fists and looks toward the camera and smirks ever so slightly before speaking again.

"These are just but a few scars that I have received in my life and in my travels as a member of Delta Force. These scars are a reminder of my past, a past that at for a long time I could look back on and be proud of, and now I look upon them and they remind me of a time of my life forever buried and a man forever dead and gone."

"Standing before you is once a man scarred, but now a soldier who carries badges of war, of survival. They are rewards of my strength and of my will and I will be honored with much, much more as I fight alongside my brother and my sister of Apocalyptic Genesis in the war that we see before us."

"I have been through hell, I have lived through it, and I have beared witness to the most disturbing and obscene images and actions imaginable and through it all, here I stand. So to all who stand before me, those who see these scars, know that I am not afraid to take whatever comes my way. I will take everything you got, and the best that you got, and you may batter me, you may bruise me, and you may make me bleed. You may scar me for life. But rest assured, the one that will come out the other side of this war will be me. I will walk away the better man, and you will do what every piece of shit that wants to go to war with me ends up doing. You will taste a bullet from my MK-48 and you will be taken out."

Michael raises his fists up as if he is preparing to fight at that very moment.

"In the words of Julius Caesar, cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war!"

With that, Michael punches the camera and the feed ends.

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