473. That’s all I was. A number. Why didn’t I have an actual name? I would have liked to be Carol, but no. I’m just the 473rd soldier created by science to die. Because I’m expendable. As I lay there, listening to the sound of screams and explosions, watching the dirt fall, I decided. I wouldn’t be remembered as Soldier 473. If I was going to die, it might as well be for a reason. To be remembered as something more than a number – a hero. I slowly stood, gathering my strength. Watching the horrors unfold around me, I charged.