They called him Sergeant Hate because that was his name. Had it not been, they would have called him that regardless. He was a demon, soulless even some would say. Merciless, no one wanted to be under his command the same as no one wished to face him in battle.
Sergeant Hate. Had the universe dropped this particular likeness down to the Hate family as some kind of joke, an irony in the stitching of this world? That the most hateful creature this world had ever seen would bear that name.
As I lay in my bunk - unlucky enough to be placed in Sergeant Hate's platoon - I wondered how his black shriveled little heart pounded so bravely and strongly in the face of the enemy.