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With one final blow to the already battered, bleeding, and sunken in face, he stepped back. He stared at the mangled body on the ground. The man?s face was unrecognizable, and you couldn't tell what color hair he had through all of the blood. The newspaper he had laid out to sleep on, was no longer black and white, but red with his blood. William stepped away, looking down at his hands. ?Man my knuckles hurt.? He thought to himself. ?That?s one less person that San Diego has to feed, and help.? His thoughts continued. He had a good reason to be angry with this man. William Mead was a thirty-nine year old retired chief warrant officer 3 after twenty-one years of service for our country. He was married once, and then divorced on peaceful terms. In fact, his ex-wife claimed he was dull and boring. His everyday life was too mundane for her. William looked back at the lifeless body lying on the ground, still bleeding out. ?If she could see me now.? He chuckled.