Summary of a Clone

I am a Republic Soldier, a white knight...a meat can, cannon fodder.
I am apart of a clone army. A slave army.
I know nothing of the goodness of life, only the sound of blaster fire, and the screams of the wounded...the coldness of war.
I knew only my training as a child, I never felt the warmth of a mothers womb as an unborn baby, only a cold glass vat. I havent had a Fathers loving instruction, just an emotionless alien, giving me orders and the screamed insults of a drill sergeant.
Ive never felt the comforting feeling of a toy in my hands...only the metalic feel of a weapon.
I killed a man at the age of 2.
I was seriously  wounded at 6.
I became an elite warrior at 10.
A pawn in a greater scheme.
Iv'e done in a decade, what most people cant do their entire lives.
I was made to fight someone elses war. I had no choice.
I loved a woman once, only to see death steal her from me, I had brothers as well, only to have them mutilated in the heat of battle.
I know only war, battle, and destruction.
Iv'e lived on hate the majority of my life, hate at the people that had done this to me, hate at what had happened to me, and hate at what I did.
Killing is what i do. It comes naturally to me...and I despise myself for it.
My designation is RC-9920
My name is non-exsistant, I threw it away long ago.
I am a Republic Commando.

...and I'm only only 12 years old.

-Gamma-9920 writeing on a piece of flimsi, while waiting to be decommissioned on grounds of mental instability.