Shoot to Kill
INT. MILITARY SLEEPING QUARTERS - DAY
A line of recruits stand in formation in front of their bunks,
the quarters are dead quiet, anticipation from the recruits
is felt and shown, but yet they stand upright as the drill
instructor enters the room. He stands for a short time
inspecting the quarters. He then walks in front of the
recruits from one side of the bunker to the other, he then
assembles himself in the middle of the quarters, insight of
all the recruits.
Know thy enemy and know thyself. A
thousand battles, a thousand
victories. Know that I am your enemy,
know that all of your asses belong to
the corps now.
The instructor then strolls from the center of the room
towards the door and leaves the quarters. Seconds pass by as
the recruits are still waiting in formation. A minute passes,
the recruits begin to look around the bunker, then one of
recruits standing nearest to door raises his hands and blurts
Now what in the hell are we supposed
The drill instructor charges through the door interrupting the
recruit, he walks towards the recruit grabbing him by the
neck, and getting up into the recruits face, spit flies out
as he yells to the recruit.
Now what in the hell were you
thinking when you decided to shit out
words without my permission! You
think this is some sort of a game to
you son? well playtimes over shit for
brains, you are to do what you are
told, you speak when I say you speak,
you eat when I tell you to eat, you
shit when I tell you to shit. The
only thing you have got left is your
right to breathe, but even that
appears to be in my grip.
The instructor stares at the recruit, still holding his neck,
he lets go of the recruit, and walks in front of the row of
I won’t even bother to get your names,
I will just end up naming you all
myself anyway, because you belong to
the corps, and that means you all
belong to me, and for your fellow
recruits behavior, give me twenty on
the floor right now!
The recruits scramble to the floor as they begin their
pushups, the instructor stares at the outspoken recruit and
walks towards him yelling.
No, not you, you may deserve it the
most, but the rest of the recruits
will pay for it on your behalf.
The look of the recruits face resembles those of a deer in
head lights, as if he had just grasped the true concept of
what a whooping he is going to receive from the rest.
INT. MILITARY SLEEPING QUARTERS - NIGHT
The face of the outspoken recruit is unchanged as he lies in
bed facing the bunk above him. He is unable to sleep again so
he observes the rest of the quarters, he sees that everyone
is asleep, he quietly takes a book from under his pillow, he
pulls the pen from within to book out and begins to write.
I’ve hated it here since the first
day I arrived three weeks ago, this
place resembles my drill instructor,
a pain in the ass with an emphasis on
pain. The recruits around me are not
any better, crude humor drowns every
corner of their surroundings when the
instructor is gone. They take orders
because it is easy for them, they
came here to become soldiers and to
kill whatever may cross their crusade
for bloodlust, or as the corps likes
to call it, freedom. They are a gang
of idiots if you ask me, spit out by
society for being rejects or
criminals, now soon they will be
heroes, the representation of what
this country is. I wasn’t given a
choice. My family has military
history going decades back, and just
as they chose their duty, my fate was
decided. My father had determined my
duty now, ever since I was a child it
was expected that I, along with my
older brother, would be in the
military. But as I grew up, with all
the toy soldiers and tanks, plastic
M16’s and grandpa’s old Vietnam
helmet, I began to learn what the
military does. The military is unlike
a mailman, a mailman’s job is to
deliver the mail, but what is the job
of a soldier? I asked my father that
at the age of nine, he simply
answered “to make sure everyone lives
the way they want”. As I grew older I
began to learn at what cost this
freedom comes. My brother was five
years older than me, at the age of
thirteen I had seen my brother leave
for the army, at the age of fifteen I
had seen him comeback in a casket. My
brother’s death had hit hard, both my
parents and I coped with it for
the next two years. When my
seventeenth birthday had struck, my
father approaches me and hands me my
brothers dog tags, he looks me in the
eye and tells me that I am to fulfill
my brothers mission, and uphold the
legacy of the family. I told him that
I won’t end up like my brother, what’s
the point of having us both dead when
we can learn from our mistakes. War
is now fought on a different front,
but as my eighteenth birthday
arrives, my father’s hands me a paper
and tells me to sign the form, I look
at him and remember him telling me
that if I won’t fulfill the legacy of
the family, I will not be a part of
the family. I stare at the line where
you sign, and I sign “Martin
EXT. MILITARY BASE - MORNING
Recruits stand in formation saluting the flag as it is pulled
up the flagpole. Martin stands amongst the recruits as the
drill instructor walks in front of the assembly of men.
Hell of a morning for a run, don’t you
think ladies? get moving!
Martin stands as the rest of the recruits get moving for the
run, the instructor stares at Martin.
A: go run with the rest of the recruits OR
B: defy the orders of the instructor?
A: Martin sprints towards the rest of the group, and then
begins to jog along. As he jogs, the recruit beside him leans
in and talks to Martin.
You’ve got some balls to pull that
kind of shit off Kowalski, you know
one days he’s gonna rip your balls
off. Just keep your shit to yourself
and we will all get through this,
The instructor notices the recruit speaking to Martin and him
pulls the recruit out of formation as the rest of the
recruits jog on. Martin looks back as the recruit is getting
Though I haven’t gave two shits about
anyone here since I got here, I felt
bad for the guy, just like me he
wanted to say what he thought, and
now he’s getting smack talked, probably
more than he’s been smack talked his
entire life. He might have said it like
an asshole but he does not deserve
what he’s getting.
C: Run back and take the blame for the recruit’s mistake
D: Keep on running
C: Martin runs back and stands post in front of the instructor
and yells at him.
Sir! Permission to speak? Sir!
Permission granted but this better be
Sir! the recruit was only speaking
because I instigated the conversation
and I take responsibility for his
Well, well. Sacrifice for a brother
in arms, aint this just a sob story
for the day. You know this man,
The instructor stares at the recruit as the recruit shakes
his head side to side.
Well then get your ass back in
formation! double time it cause it
looks like you’ve got some catchin up
The recruit runs back towards the others, the instructor
stares back at Martin.
I’ve read up on your file…Kowalski.
You come from a strong military
bloodline, related to some of the
hardest motherfuckers from Germany to
Vietnam. But I don’t give a flying
fuck about them, just as they did you
are to follow your orders. I’ve met
multiple shitheads like you coming
into the corps. unable to take
orders, but they all eventually
break, just like you will. I am going
to break you, you hear me? Do not
fuck around with me, or you will end
up like your brother.
Martins face freezes after the instructor bashes his brothers
death as a motivation to follow orders, he stares blankly at
This is what the military breaks, not
your will, not your body, but your
soul. They train and intimidate to
the point where a person’s soul
breaks, in order to create the soul
crushers known as soldiers, which
then destroy the souls of other fresh
meat to complete the cycle, such as
this wrinkly ass fuck standing right
in front of me. My brother died taking
orders from men like these, and I
sure of hell will not end up like my
Martin takes a swing at the instructor, he misses and the
instructor tackles him to the ground. The instructor calls
upon two other men to help restrain Martin. Martin is then
taken to a holding room, where he then is met with a military
policeman, and escorted off base with a discharge of
misconduct. This is the end of Martins mission.
D: Martin keeps jogging with the rest of the recruits, he
does not look back again. The recruits look back at Martin
time to time, giving him dirty stares. As the day passes by
with rigorous training, Martin finds himself staring at the
bottom of the bunk above him. He pulls his book out and
begins to write.
Today I learned that sacrifice is
instigated by the mistakes of others.
What mistake did my brother sacrifice?
himself for? I wonder if I should
embrace the fact of sacrifice, if
that is the purpose to life, to the
military. I am already too deep into
training to do anything about it. I
am tired of getting shit for not
following orders, I am tired of being
so resilient. I think I should just
do my job and be the best soldier I
can be, for my father, for my
brother, for myself. That is the only
way of getting myself out of this
hell hole, fast.
Martin comes to the conclusion that no matter how resilient
he becomes to taking orders, the ways of the corps. will not
change and it won’t bring his brother back. As the weeks of
training continue, Martin obeys the instructors orders, and
survives basic training. He is now a soldier, a grunt,
jarhead. Two months pass and Martin is set to be put on tour
to the Middle East.
First day Martin arrives to the Middle East, his convoy is
hit by an I.E.D which went off right under the Humvee Martin
was in. His theory of sacrifice is fulfilled, his sacrifice
was instigated by the mistake of going against his own
B: Martin stands defiant against the drill instructors
orders, the instructor approaches Martin and confronts him.
What the hell do you think you’re
doing, you know I’ve read up on your
file, Kowalski. You come from a
pretty distinguished family, you
trying to be a hero, Kowalski?! You
think that you can break me? You’re
dead wrong son, but I’ll have to
admit your scores sure show you are
one smart son of a bitch, almost too
smart to be running to the frontlines
with these jarheads. You have
potential, with a little more
training and obedience, the corps.
can make something more out of your
sorry ass. Report to the D.I office
in an hour I’m sure you will not want
to miss this, dismissed!
Martin stands blank faced as the D.I walks away towards the
group of jogging recruits.
The only way I thought of getting
through this hell hole was to follow
the orders, here I am defying orders
and getting some special treatment,
something was off, I feel as if this
is bigger then I think.
INT. D.I OFFICE - MID DAY
Martin stands in the busy office filled with secretaries and
D.I’s, he waits. The D.I from his group enters the building
and directly walks towards Martin.
I hope you brought your appetite,
The D.I and Martin walk out of the office and hop into the
D.I’s truck, and they leave the base towards the local bar.
INT. BAR - MID DAY
Martin follows the D.I into the bar and notices his father
sitting at the table, they walk towards the table and sit
down, silence drowns the table as Martins blank face stares
at his father.
What the hell are you doing here,
Hah, do you even know who your father
Take it easy Harvey, we don’t want to
lay everything on him at once.
Lay what on me?
Ever since you’ve gotten here, you
we’re being observed, and now we’re
ready for you. That is if you’re ready.
Ready for what?
Martin, I haven’t been fully honest
with you about my involvement in the
military. I wasn’t just an ordinary
soldier, I worked under a special
task force that received and moved
high value Intel. Quick missions,
just in and out, they sent men like
us to keep it clean and quiet. Your
brother is a part of this force, now
I want you to be part of this force,
it is an opportunity of a lifetime.
What the hell are you talking about?
Matt is dead.
Martins’ father and the D.I stare at each other and glance back
Your brother’s death was the result of
major safety concerns, he isn’t dead,
just his identity is.
Martin sits still, his breathing gets slow and the heavy as
the heavy information is laid on him. He looks like he is
filled with anger for being lied to, the very reason why he
had to go through hell is now irrelevant.
I’m sorry Martin, this is just the way
it had to be. Now if you can get over
that, and try to understand the
Your performance in training is
extraordinary, your grades are off the
charts and you know how to shoot to
kill. Off course if you accept the
position, which I better hope your
smart enough to accept it, you will
be receiving extra training that very
few receive. You will become the
soldier this force needs.
During this time I was only thinking
of my brother, hoping to see him
again would help blow over all the
shit I’ve gone through. But then
again becoming the “soldier this
force needs” is not in my agenda.
So what do you say Martin, are you
ready to become something greater?
this is really a onetime chance, if
you decide that it isn’t for you, you
will be sent back for basic and just
become another grunt on the
E: Decline the offer and get sent back to basic
F: Accept the offer and join the task force
E: Martin declines the offer, he returns back to base to
continues basic training. As the day ends, Martin finds
himself staring at the bottom of the bunk above him. He pulls
his book out and begins to write.
Today I learned that things are much
greater then they appear, my brothers
death was just a cover up for him
becoming some super soldier. This
angered me, how can he just throw
away his identity for the sake of
being the perfect killing machine,
that is something I am not willing to
do. I rather die as myself, then live
as another identity.
Martin comes to the conclusion that he and his brother had
taken different paths. As the weeks of training continue,
Martin obeys the instructors orders, and survives basic
training. He is now a soldier, a grunt, jarhead. Two months
pass and Martin is set to be put on tour to the Middle East.
First day Martin arrives to the Middle East, his convoy is
hit by an I.E.D which went off right under the Humvee Martin
was in. Just as his brothers identity is gone, anything that
ever was Martin Kowalski now joins his brother. He is now a
F: Martin accepts the offer; he is then designated to move
his belongings to another area of the base.
Martin is carrying his bags to his new sleeping quarters, he
arrives to the door, as he gets close enough to open it, the
door opens slowly. A tall and built man steps out of the
Here let me help you with those
The man grabs the bags and enters the room with Martin, he
then drops the bags near an empty bed, then turns around and
looks Martin in the face.
Well they call me Jonas now
Matt smiles as Martin runs up to him and hugs him. This is
the first time he’s seen Matt ever since the day Matt left for
What the fuck dude, how the hell
could you keep this is secret from
everyone, the only reason I’m in this
shithole is because of you.
I’m sorry man, this is just the way it
had to be in order for me to work
this job, they needed me to be an
informant and that required these
You thought basic was a shithole?
wait till you see what they have
in store for you here.
Days go by as Martin trains with Matt, even though the
training is more rigorous, the motivation from his brother
inspires him to actually follow orders and execute protocol.
Martin, just like his brother, now becomes the soldier the
corps. needs. He loses all his preconceptions of the
military, he embraces his role, and executes it with force.
Months pass as Martin and Matt embark on their first mission,
they are sent out to extract Intel from rebels fighting
coalition forces in the Middle East. They arrive at a
military compound where the rebel forces have captured the
EXT. MILITARY COMPOUND - AFTERNOON
Martin stands on guard as Matt speaks to a group of rebels
near the entrance of the compound, as they talk an SUV pulls
through the entrance, the rebels scramble as the vehicle
pulls up near Matt.
Martin stays at a distance with his hand on his rifle, the
passenger steps out and begins to walk toward Matt. Martin
keeps his eye on another man leaving the SUV from the
other side, he appears to be holding his hand under his heavy
jacket. Martin looks on as he sees the man reach for what
appears to be a pistol tucked in under his belt.
I did not come here to kill, nor am I
here to fight the battle for others.
I would have never thought I would be
able to take someone’s life. But at
this moment I felt the obligation to
fire. As I raise my rifle swiftly,
take me safety off, and steady my
aim, there is only one thing on my
mind. Shoot to kill.
G: Take the shot and potentially save his brother’s life
H: Wait and see what the men want from Matt
G: Martin takes the shot, the other man standing near Matt
reaches for his belt with haste, Martin then proceeds to shot
the other man in the leg, as the body of the first lies on
A pink mist shrouded the head of my
first target, ensuring me of my
victory, the second crawled in pain
on the ground. I was unsure if they
meant any harm to me or my brother.
If they did I had completed my
mission as a soldier, if not, their
sacrifice is the result of my
Matt runs towards Martin, he looks him in the eye.
What the fuck man! They were civvies1
Hey he looked like he was reaching
for his pistol man, I wasn’t going to
take any chances, fuck!
Matt and Martin walk toward the bodies and sees a cellphone
in the hands of the victim, Martin gets on his knees and
looks towards the sky.
My first blood is that of innocence,
now I learn that war is unfair, where
mistakes lead to sacrifices, and no
one ever wins in the battle of
freedom. I knew myself, but clearly I
had not known my enemy, we are all
H: The men surround Matt as Martin looks on, the uneasiness
grows. Suddenly one of the men pull of a pistol from beneath
his jacket and fires to rounds to Matt’s chest. Martin reacts
with haste, shooting both men to the ground.
Martin runs towards Matt and knells beside him.
Ok now calm down, the bullets went
through, but you’re bleeding a lot.
Get my radio and call it in!
Don’t worry we’ll take care of that
Martin rips the radio off Matts chest and calls in the
Whiskey, Alpha, Romero this is Yankee
Five we’ve got a man down, need
Roger Yankee five, medevac inbound,
DTA fifteen minutes
I won’t make it in that time Martin,
you gotta, you gotta tell Dad I love
him, don’t tell anyone else what
happened I don’t think anyone can bear
my death twice.
Both Matt and Martin begin to laugh, as they wait for the
arrival of the medevac.
Man it’s going to be fine, they’ll
take you in and fix you up.
Naw, I’ve seen this situation too many
times to know where it’s going.
Martin holds Matt in his arms looking up into the sky.
That day I learned what true
sacrifice is, my brother’s death was
cause by my mistake of not taking the
shot. That day I learned war is
unfair, and the price for freedom
comes with sacrifice. I had not known
my enemy, my victory has been lost.