Roland Weary
The Delusional Soldier Haunted by Misfortune
Three Musketeers, one tragic fool, and Billy Pilgrim ruined everything.
They gave me a rifle and a pack and called me a man. I gave them everything, and what did I get? Snow up my ass, dead friends, and Billy Pilgrim dragging me down like a wet sack of guts. I carry my pain like a badge, and my boots carry blisters. I tell myself stories so I don’t scream. Stories where I’m tough. Where I’m remembered. Where it all meant something.
What I'm Into: war comics, fancy boots, telling my side, the Three Musketeers, blaming Billy
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