Hello

Heh.

You might be wondering what this is all about. In fact, by some inconceivable force, you may be pressed to learn more. The thing is though, that I don't even know. I want to know, but some things are just too left handed. Some things may rub off as being right but when by all means it reverts.

It bends, it warps. In 1942, twelve people were lined up, of those twelve, one was my father's father. He was selected for some bio genetic enhancement. He was injected with what was codenamed "Blue."

Twenty days later he died.

Twenty days later, my grand mother received a letter in the mail which stated that her husband, the father of three, the father of my father who was still in the womb of my grandmother, has been missing in combat for ninety days. Though they were unsure of his whereabouts, they were not hesitant to state that he is presumed to be dead.

Strange, she had received a letter from him just earlier in the week, it was dated, in his print, just twenty-one days.

You do the math.