I was a failure in every way. I was born into a large family of warriors, and was pressured to be one also. My mother had died when I was too young to remember, so my father, Leonardo, brought my brothers and I up as tough warriors. I was never the man that my father wanted me to be. He would always yell at me and say that I should be more like my brothers. I was doubted as a warrior, but I would prove all the doubts wrong.
 " Farbiccio," my father yelled. " Come talk to me."
 " Yes father, what is your demand," I answered.
 " I want to give you something. You know that I only have a short time left to live. I have wanted to give this to you for a long time." My father gave me an old lira. It said 1388 on the front. " It is my lucky lira. It has brought me good luck for 42 years. The first time I went to war, I held it tight in my hand."
 " I cannot take this from you, father. This is all you have left."
 " No, son. I have you. I will always have you." He lays unconscious.
 I sat there with my father for what seemed to be an eternity. I knew he had gone, but I kept thinking that he would bring himself back. He didn’t.
 I was not as sad as I should have been. My father knew that he was going to die soon.
 Everyday, I would hold that lira in my hand and think that I would get lucky someday. I would get my break someday.
 " Farbiccio," my brother called. " Come. The general is picking the people he wants for his army. We are having a war against France."
 " Rosco, wait. What do you mean?"
 " We are trying to get on the army. Come."
 When we arrived at the coliseum, there were so many people. Everybody was filed in a long, circular line that went around the outside walls. My brothers and I went to the end of the line and were about to get mocked.
 "Hey, Rosco," a strong man infront of us said. "So nice of you to bring your little brother along. Maybe he'll actually help us win this time."
 "Don't talk to me, Vincenzo."
 "Why? Do you actually think your little Farbiccio can help the army?"
 "I said I don't want to talk to you."
 The man walked away because he was being evaluated by the general. The general would feel his arms, check his strength, and give him a gun and see how well he shoots.
 I was next. The general asked me my name. "Farbiccio Carbone," I said nervously. Now I would have to do the physical tests. I was never good at the physical tests, but there would be a change in luck for me.
 The general gave me a longbow. It said general fubuccioni on the stave of the bow. I wondered if this meant anything important, but I thought not and ignored it. I pointed the bow at the target, which was an apple on top of a servant's head. I aimed as best as I could, and I put my hand on the bowstring. My hand was shaking, and I was nervous. I pulled myself together and shot the arrow. The arrow split the apple in two perfect halves. I was ecstatic, but everyone else was surprised.
 " You’ll be hearing from me soon, son," the general said. " Now you keep that bow and take good care of it. You’ll be bringing it with you to France."
 On our way home, I felt like the best man in all of Europe. My brothers all looked at me like I was out of my mind.
 " How did you do it," my second oldest brother, Antonio, said.
 " Do what," I answered even though I knew what he was talking about.
 " Split the apple like you did. How’d you do it?"
 " I don’t know. I guess I was lucky." When I said that I realized something. Am I just having a lucky streak, or am I really a good warrior? Am I a fake? I thought about this for a long time. I realized that it didn’t matter because if I was really good, I’d help win the war, and I wasn’t, I would die defending my country. I always told myself that I wanted to die in battle, helping my country take over another.
 The battle day came. The army and I were marching toward France, and France was marching toward us. The general kept saying that we had a good chance in this war and that we’d win it.
 France had become visible, and they started running toward us. I was about to run toward them when the general said to keep walking. We all took our bows out and started firing. First round of arrows down, many French men dead.
 " Good job men," the general said.
 I was in front and I was very scared of getting an arrow in the heart, but I faced up to it, and kept walking. The French fired a set of arrows at us and many of us fell and died, but I put my shield up and blocked one. I had Rosco to my left, Antonio to my right, and the rest of my brothers behind me.
 Finally we met. The French were screaming and chanting. A big man walked up to me with a battle axe. He took a swing at me, but I blocked it with my shield and knocked him to the ground. All of a sudden, I heard a familiar scream. I stopped, looked around, but I didn’t see anything abnormal. Then I looked again and saw Rosco on the ground with a sword through the left side of his chest. He was screaming and ripping the grass from the ground. I ran to him, but I was too late. By the time I got there, his heart had stopped and he lay in my arms.
 We made it out of the war. I killed many men and was proud of myself. But I did feel like I failed my brothers. We needed Rosco, and in a split second, we lost him.
 After that battle we had three more in a very short period of time. We fought the English and the Scottish, and won both. Next up was the Germans. They had a giant army of many strong men. We started to march toward them. We saw them in the distance. They were running right from the start. We had to keep calm and get out of the jam. As we walked, many people died. We finally met them and mayhem began. I looked around and hundreds of people lay on the ground. A man came up to me. I tried to stab him, but he blocked it.
 Right when this happened, everything was going in slow motion. I could hear a man  coming behind me. I tried to turn, but I was held up by the man infront of me. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my mid-section. I fell to the ground, and felt for my side. I was bleeding too much, and I knew I could not stop it. I lay on the ground dead.
 Now, I live in a place where the best life comes to everyone there for free. You fight all day, and when you end at night, you go home to a big feast. I have the same routine everyday, and I love it. No one has ever named this place, but I’m starting to call it heaven.