[ WP ] You have just been selected for death , which is the highest honour where you live .

Finally it's my time! I've been alive for centuries. I've watched countless wars and sufferings. Waiting until the day my leader delivered my letter allowing me to die. I guess my service record was finally enough. I do n't care about the reason at this point. I just want to die. Some people have suffered for thousands of years. Having to get up go to work, go to war, or whatever else the leader called for that day. I'm just glad I get to end it all so young. There is only so much time that a person can take before they begin to loose their minds. Do n't get me wrong living a century or two was n't so bad. Even with the wars, but after seeing so much death and destruction it's nice to get to rest finally. 
 
 The day of my ceremony has come. I'm decorated head to toe. Weighed down from all my medals. I can barely contain my excitement. I have n't felt this great since my 221st birthday. I sit down in the customary chair as the medical types begin to plug me into their machines. Then the moment is at hand. The leader steps forward and begins to mumble on and on about my achievements. I've stopped listening. I just ca n't wait anymore. Then his finger begins to descent onto the button of my salvation. 
 
 Then a gunshot rings out from the crowd. A man screams the revolution has begun and shouts `` Long Live The People!''. The machine was then detached. I began to cry openly in front of millions. It did n't matter much. The war had begun. Another war, another day, another tragedy. I just could n't do it, but I had no choice.
