The commander could still smell the blood on his hands; no matter how many times he washed them, the scent of that young man's blood lingered on him. John closed his eyes, and images of himself over the young man, repeatedly striking his face, filled his mind...

John gasped, realizing how the young man’s words had awakened a wild beast within him. He had been ready to kill him for his offensive remarks, and that wasn't like him.

John couldn’t be like his father, he ...