Life has always been the same. Any time anything good comes my way, there is always two or more consequences with it. It’s bad enough being a war orphan, but even after I was able to find just a little happiness in this world, it was swiftly taken from me. Ironically, I did so poorly in high school, my only options were to join the military or live the rest of my life as a bum, most likely being thrown into prison sooner or later. I guess swearing to live a life free of war was an impossible goal for me. If there’s a God out there, he must have a cruel sense of humor.
I’m a Combat Engineer currently attached to the 50th BSTB with the rank of Specialist. As I sat in the back of the Humvee, I looked over my dog tags for what was probably the millionth time. Name: Payne, Richard. Service Number: 345-67-0395. Blood Type: B Positive. Religious Preference: None. How could God exist in the forsaken desert and how could He allow so many people to kill in His name? I didn’t have much time to ponder this question before an explosion was set off underneath our vehicle, sending it tumbling down the road. In the confusion, I grabbed my M-4 and fumbled around with the magazine. Was I scared? Hell yes I was scared, but after all the other shit that I’ve been through, I wasn’t paralyzed from fear: I was paralyzed because I had a large piece of shrapnel shoved into my leg and pinning me to the seat.
“Oh God…our .50 cal gunner is dead! Those bastards got Sgt. Smith!” said PFC Ryan “Fucktard” Wilson. “Dammit man, we gotta get outta here!”
“Calm the fuck down Fucktard and hand me my tomahawk,” I commanded.
“What for? You’re no Indian and we certainly ain’t breachin’ doors out here!” he paniced.
“Dammit Private, listen to the Specialist!” barked SFC Joe “Old School” Kubulis.
Hesitantly, he handed me my tomahawk and without hesitation, I preceded to amputate my own right leg with a couple of swift swings. Did it hurt like a bitch? Fuck yes it did! If I don’t die from these goddamn insurgents, then I’ll probably bleed out to death. With one last swing, I was free from the seat. I cut Wilson’s seatbelt and handed him his M-4 with the magazine already attached, then low crawled out of the Humvee. I certainly couldn’t move, but you can bet that I could shoot. Old School was already providing cover fire and just waiting to move out. Wilson, just like the fucktard that he was, started blindly firing and running out into the open. He may be an idiot, but he’s my responsibility all the same. I high crawled out of cover and started firing upon the enemy. I saw a brief reflection in the distance. Obviously, the enemy snipers were aiming for Fucktard. I fired a round into his leg, forcing him to buckle, but this saved his life. However, I was as good as dead. Just as predicted, I saw a blazing streak of fire across the horizon heading in my general direction. RPG. So that’s how I was going out. And then…darkness.
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“Rich, wake up sweetie!”
How long has it been since I’ve heard those words? Months? Years? No, more than a decade. I open my eyes and what I saw shocked me. I was in my old room. Posters of anime adorned the walls and Gundam models hung from the ceiling in cool action poses. However, amongst the familiarity, something was off. When I looked outside, I saw a beautiful sight: the beach. As nice as this was, I was freaking out. Was all that fighting just a dream? No, can’t be. The pain from amputating my leg was too real for a dream. Maybe if I just…MY LEG! It’s…it’s fine. No scars or anything. This was all too weird. I stared into the mirror and the person staring back was not me: it was the old me. I checked my calendar and it read August 25th, 2000. I was 18 all over again and have the smooth skin to prove it.
“Rich! You’ll be late for your date!”
Mom? No, can’t be. She died in the…wait, MOM? I rushed downstairs and beheld the sight of two middle-aged adults contently eating pancakes without a care in the world. Mom had that shining silver hair with her spectacles at the bridge of her nose. Dad, on the other hand, was balding with a small halo of hair remaining, all dressed up in his favorite suit.
“Your mother’s right, Richard. You better eat quickly,” said Dad. “Besides, Momoka is waiting for you.”
“Momoka…?” I said in disbelief.
It’s not possible. She was my one and only happiness in this world and I saw her…well…this was too insane for me to believe. I quickly grabbed a piece of toast and burst out of the house the same way I rushed into a room full of insurgents: by kicking the door down. Big mistake. The door smacked into someone who was patiently waiting outside.
“OW! Payne-kun, you’re so mean!”
“I’m so sorry! I-”
I stopped mid-sentence. It was true: Momoka was here. But it couldn’t be true. I remember that day of heartache like it was yesterday. Yet, here she was in all her beauty. She had the brightest pink hair I had ever seen and bright, blue eyes I could get lost in. Of course, now I just added a pretty little bruise to her shoulder.
“I- er…Gomenasai!” I said in my obviously “weeboo” accent. “It’s just…Momoka…am I dreaming?”
“Dreaming? Well, I guess this would seem like a dream to a loser like you,” she retorted. “You’re lucky I find you so cute. Otherwise, I’d never forgive you!”
“Wow…that’s harsh…” I said under my breath. “Crucify me now, why dontcha?”
“See? That’s the adorable Payne-kun I’ve come to know!” she said with excitement as she grabbed my hand. “Come on! You promised me a trip to the beach!”
Momoka grabbed my hand and suddenly, I was the nervous little wreck I hated myself for being. As she dragged me to the boardwalk, I tried to wrap my head around the situation. Did I go back in time? No, that’s not possible. I never lived in a house so close to the beach. Maybe this was some alternate dimension of my life? Whatever it was…it was different. And weird.
“Hey Payne-kun, snap out of it!” Momoka said as she slapped my face.
“Ow! What was that for?!” I yelled.
“Payback,” she said as she pointed to a carnival game. “And you said you’d win me the giant tie-wearing hen!”
“Hen…wearing a tie…?” I said out loud. I shouldn’t have. I could just feel the otakus leering at me. “Er…sure…this game looks easy.”
It was extremely simple. There was a cork gun with three shots and three formations of bottles to knock down. For a brief moment, I flashed back to Basic Training with Drill Sergeants yelling at me to hit my targets, but then I shook my head. Whatever this was, I was going to enjoy it to its fullest. I brought the cork gun to my shoulder, slowed my breathing, as I placed my nose to the edge of the stock. With a firm squeeze, the cork knocked down the first formation of bottles. Quickly, I loaded the next cork and proceeded to repeat the process. Another squeeze of the trigger and the second formation fell. I loaded the last cork and stared intensely at my target. This was too familiar to just be a dream. With one last squeeze of the trigger, the final formation fell. I had won the game.
“Congratulations sir! You’re the first one of the day to get them all down,” the vendor said. “Which prize would you like?”
“The tie-wearing hen, please.”
“Oh…I see…” he said and he gently handed me my prize. “You’re one of THOSE people. Good luck with that.”
What a dick. Whatever. All that mattered was that I had won and he gave me my prize. Embarrassed, I shoved the stuffed animal into Momoka’s arms.
“Here. Just like you asked,” I said. My face was turning red and it was very obvious. “Now can we just do normal stuff?”
“Sure! Let’s go to the beach!”
This was just too odd…my life is supposed to be everyone’s shitting ground. Why was it so…good…all of a sudden? If this was supposed to be my life, I would’ve failed that game and made a fool out of myself in public, without a girlfriend of course. Instead, I’m on a date with the love of my life on a perfect day on the beach. Again lost in thought, she broke me out of it just by grabbing my hand and guiding me to the smooth sand. This was nice… Now, if only my hand was actually my-
“Payne-kun, you’re thinking dirty thoughts again, aren’t you?” Momoka said in her accusing tone.
“What?! No, I-” I stuttered, but then regained my composure. “Wait, who’s the one who wanted the hen wearing a tie?”
For a moment, I could’ve sworn that she turned beet red. “Well, I-!” She just stopped. She never stops mid-sentence. I’m the loser that does that. “… Hmph, touché…”
“Okay then, I don’t think it’s fair for you to just call me a pervert. You know that I know that we both have dirty minds,” I said triumphantly, arms crossed.
“You’re right… Maybe that’s why we’re perfect for each other!”
Without warning, she planted a gentle kiss on my lips. I felt my strength draining as I caressed her and just went with it. Slowly, I opened my eyes and they met with hers. She smiled at me with that smile that just melted away all my worries. This day was perfect. Almost too perfect…
In a flash, it was already sunset. The skies were colored in the most brilliant hue of red and orange. We walked hand in hand along the shore line and spent our time just walking and occasionally looking into each other’s eyes. Then…I had this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, I stopped walking and faced Momoka. While this day brought nothing but happiness, I finally knew why I also felt a deep sadness.
“Payne-kun, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“This isn’t real. I know it,” I said with my voice trembling. “And so do you.”
“What are you talking about? You’ve just been watching too much-“
“Dammit, don’t toy with me!” I roared with a tear in my eye. “You know this isn’t real. Mom and Dad died in September of 2001. So did you. Hell, I almost died then too. But I know that I haven’t gone back in time. I never lived in a beach house and we never went on this date.”
Momoka fell silent. Goddammit, I hate being right. Just then, the painful memories flooded back in. I couldn’t stand to see them again and even worse was the day I enlisted into the military.
“I’m sorry Payne-kun… I just…”
“I know. You just wanted to have a perfect romance,” I said. “We both know how our relationship ended and even when it started, it wasn’t this perfect either.”
“But Payne-kun…you can stay here with me!” she pleaded. “We can live like this forever!”
“This isn’t living. This is death. No life can be born here, no matter how perfect it is. Besides, I don’t belong here. My hands…they are too stained with blood… And…”
“And…?” she asked, tears slowly flowing from her face.
“There’s someone else. Someone I fight to protect. Someone I have to go home to.”
Momoka wipes the tears from her eyes. “I see… It’s your wife, isn’t it?”
“No…it’s our daughter,” I said as I passionately kiss her. “I love you, Momoka and I always will.”
One last smile. That is my reward for this.
“I love you too, Payne-kun,” she says as everything fades to white. “Ganbatte!”
And now…back to your regularly scheduled program.
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“Payne! Payne! Wake the fuck up, soldier!”
From the darkness, I open my eyes, except I can’t. I only have one eye. The other is simply a bleeding orifice. With my good eye, I look down. I’ve got shrapnel sprinkled on my body and I’m missing my right leg. Fuck, this hurts, but now I know that I’m back to reality.
“Man, you’re one hard motherfucker. I’d be screaming like a bitch right now,” said Old School.
“Motherfucker, you shot me in the leg!” complained Fucktard.
“Saved you from that sniper, didn’t I?”
As they dragged my handicapped ass onto the stretcher, I read my dog tags one more time. Name: Payne, Richard. Service Number: 345-67-0395. Blood Type: B Positive. Religious Preference: None. Then, I tossed my tags into the distance.
“Specialist, what the fuck did you do that for?” Old School said with his blood boiling over.
“I need new tags. You know what they say, right? There are no atheists in foxholes…”
Not yet, Momoka. I’ve got another Momoka to go home to. You were my first and only love. Don’t worry though, you’ll see me soon enough. Maybe someday, we can have our perfect romance.