The soon to be Captain in the new world army was leaning against a gas pump, his knees shaking but his heart singing songs of his newfound freedom. He was practically jumping with glee as he surveyed the scene before him. People were screaming in pain as they ran or stumbled away from the store and the burning truck. There was a body lying prone in flames next to the building where he had walked just moments before. He couldn't tell if it was male or female. He smiled. It was only the beginning and he couldn't be happier. He could see himself, years from now in a Colonel's uniform, with many such bombings credited to his name, and countless, unnamed victims virtually writhing in agony on the ground before him. He could smell victory and retribution in the air.