My favorite inanimate object is a toy soldier. I loved the toy soldiers in Toy Story. Some of my favorite video games were the ones from the toy soldiers' point of views. And then, I had some little toy soldiers of my own. By some, I mean a large amount. From stores, presents, and Gatti Town, I accumulated a large collection of the little warriors. I would set them up and act out epic pretend battles. I always wished for a day in the life of one. And now I can pretend that wish came true.
I woke up at 6 am sharp. The sergeant was holding his binoculars in the same position as always. He used to be a terror on the battlefield with them, clobbering enemies left and right, but then his foot stand was melted by a napalm strike. He commands from the back lines these days. I am an artillery trooper. I carry a devastating artillery launcher. The only problem is I can't aim it. luckily for me, all our enemies share the same issue. Those d**ned grey troopers. Us greenies have been at war with those scum for as long as our people can remember. I think the war started last Monday when Billy unpacked us all. Anyways, the alarms sounding, our Lord Billy has awoken, and it looks like the battle is starting. Its hard to remember why we're even at war. Actually, now that I think of it....I've never known why we fight those grey guys. This is starting to seem a lot like--------------
The Unnamed Corporal was KIA by a grey grenade at 7:27 am as Billy's mom made him eggs. He lies in an unmarked grave under Billy's bed. He is just another lost casualty in the endless war of toy soldiers.
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