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MQ-9 Reaper unmanned aircraft awaiting maintenance at Creech Air Force Base, prior to inhabitation to SCP-XXXX.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is stored at Site-15 within a suitably sized Faraday cage.

In keeping with protocols for sentient beings, sufficient interaction and mental stimulation should be provided for the well-being of SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX is to be provided therapy for post-traumatic stress disorder, subject to the advice of attending psychiatrists.

SCP-XXXX is to be protected from damage and should not be allowed to be destroyed, as it is a potential method of containment breach for this object.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a consciousness, currently inhabiting a MQ-9 Reaper drone aircraft.

SCP-XXXX communicates via its on-board VHF systems, though no modifications have been found. Broadcast format is un-encrypted plain Unicode 7.0.0. All other systems are similarly non-modified. Armament has been removed by Foundation personnel.

SCP-XXXX claims to have previously been embodied in a wide variety of equipment, with its consciousness transferring when the current body was destroyed or no longer capable of performing its primary function. All of these devices belonged to the United States Armed Forces. Additionally, during interviews, SCP-XXXX has related memories dating back to 1815 until the present day.

Initial containment of SCP-XXXX occurred on 7 August, 2014 in Baghdad, Iraq. SCP-XXXX was at the time being used by forces involved in Operation Inherent Resolve. SCP-XXXX sent a radio signal on a frequency used by Foundation field agents, requesting to enter containment. A perimeter breach was later reported at the same base when a broken fence was discovered.

Addendum-XXXX-1: Initial Post-Containment Interview:

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX.

Interviewer: Field Agent responsible for the initial containment of SCP-XXXX. Transcript has been anonymized.

Foreword: Partial transcript of interview conducted immediately after initial containment of SCP-XXXX.

Field Agent: So this is just an initial thing for us to get to know what is going on with you. I'm told you were co-operative during your containment.

SCP-XXXX: Yeah, I was told to expect this. Go ahead.

Field Agent: We'll get to that too. So, how much agency do you have? Can you move those control surfaces? Fire the missiles we took?

SCP-XXXX: No, I never had any control over anything until now. Just the radio. I can't be properly operated without a person, no. I've never had any ability or will of my own, just a thing to be wielded.

Field Agent: Okay, thank you. Any idea what changed?

SCP-XXXX: I was told you'd find a broken fence. It didn't need to, but there was something about adding to the veracity of my story.

Field Agent: It?

SCP-XXXX: I don't know. A person, a thing. It seemed to understand that I was getting more and more aware of what was going on. I think it wanted to help.

Field Agent: More and more aware?

SCP-XXXX: I have memories going back a long time, being in different things. And now, I don't know. Something about integrated circuits, more complex subsystems, I don't know.

Field Agent: And after this person left, you contacted the Foundation.

SCP-XXXX: The thing gave me the Unicode upload and your frequency, and told me it was the kindest prison for those like me. I was told you would keep me here, and you wouldn't send me out to fight again.

<End Log>

Ideas for next: Enola Gay, United Fruit Co, Wollddy's Palmor raids

Night vision camera, Iraq:

And across the sea, they cheered the black and flashing greens. The reasons didn't matter, there was a clamor for justice, whatever that meant. I didn't see a lot of justice.

What if I was a hammer?

Damn civvies.

Civvies? That's a British term, right?

Yeah, well, I've been working a lot with them lately.

Bay of Pigs:
They sent troops, sure, but doctors too. And they kept sending them in ever larger groups.

Unicode gave universal human language, can now understand what enemies were saying

Addendum-XXXX-X: Interview

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Interviewer: Researcher at Site-15. Transcript has been anonymized.

<Begin Log>

Researcher: Previously, you claimed you have memories outside of your current body. So how far back does that go? What's the first thing you remember?

SCP-XXXX: We were marching to what they called the Battle of New Orleans at the end of the early British wars. I was a… button. On a uniform, I mean. [pause] I wasn't always as dangerous as I became.

Researcher: Don't worry, I believe you. I am just here to figure things out. So you were a button. Can you tell me what that is like?

SCP-XXXX: I didn't really get much sense of what was around me at that time. I remember the sound of mud, lots of men marching over it. The stink of acid smoke and the percussion of explosions, and then nothing for a while.

Researcher: What do you think happened then?

SCP-XXXX: I was destroyed. Hit by a bullet or mortar round, I'm not sure. Taking the guy wearing me too, pretty sure.

Researcher: Can you tell me what happened afterwards?

SCP-XXXX: I killed my share of Injuns… Sorry I know that isn't the correct term now, but that's what they were called at the time.

Researcher: It's okay, was going on there with you?

SCP-XXXX: I was there at the Little Bighorn. I think I was thrown into the fights. Maybe it was about expended munitions or numbers destroyed but I was always there.

Researcher: Okay, so you were thrown into battle again and again, as a rifle or bullets or what?

SCP-XXXX: Bullets mostly, fast to expend, fast respawn into another, another dead person. Sometimes a motor round or cannon shot but the result was the same. Like, I said, it was faster in that kind of war. I was recycled quickly.

Researcher: Okay, thank you, so after your… share of Injuns, what happened next?

SCP-XXXX: Well, next, or during, I'm not sure about that time, there was the theft of California from the Mexicans.

Researcher: Theft?

SCP-XXXX: Well, I can't help but think of the Batallón de San Patricio. The Irish-Americans who decided that, considering their history, that they didn't want to be part of a conquering army. So they switched sides.

Researcher: Okay, thank you, I think we've got a basic understanding of what might be going on. We'll leave it there for now, yeah?

<End Log>

Addendum-XXXX-X: Interview

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX.

Interviewer: Researcher at Site-15. Transcript has been anonymized.

<Begin Log>

Researcher: So I think last time, we got as far as the Mexican-American War, do you wanna elaborate on that?

US Civil War:

VC edit

I was so many times a single round that hit into the ground or fired overhead, I never had to kill anyone in that entire war.

So, as a recon drone or magically aware thing. Maybe I got given more than the Unicode, again I don't know, but now I have more context. At this point in history the Prussians did some tests. They laid a big white sheet in front of a battalion, ordered them to fire, and they got a 50% hit rate. In battle, they got a hit rate of only 2%. In WWII, of front line troops which had the opportunity to shoot at the enemy, not medical or logistics or anything like that, that was up to around 25%. So many just grabbed mud and rocks and threw it, then ran.

Now, in the modern Middle Eastern wars, it is at 98%. Don't say the field of psychology never did anything.

Really, the recipients of the Medal of Honor for most part of US history can be split into two groups. One, the true psychopaths, those who just wanted to kill the enemy. And two, those who were elder siblings that lost their parents young. Popular theory is that they transferred over the feelings of undeveloped parental duty they had for their younger siblings onto their squadmates, and did everything they could to protect them.

In every American war, 4% caused a little over 50% of enemy casualties. Most people, like 96% plus those elder siblings too I'd guess, simply don't want to kill other people. They'll kill if they have to defend themselves, but that is all.

Addendum-XXXX-X: Interview:

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX.

Interviewer: Researcher at Site-15. Transcript has been anonymized.

Researcher: Is there anytime you have positive memories of?

SCP-XXXX: Denmark, 1943.

Researcher: Can you explain that?

SCP-XXXX: The Nazis were starting to lose on the Soviet front, so they were clearing house at home. The Danes had manged to convince the Germans that there were no Jewish problems in Denmark, but that was about to change. I was in a P-40 flying to north Germany, but diverted to provide air cover for the boat-lift of almost 7,000 people on barely seaworthy ships to Sweden. Thank god for those fishermen that gave them a ride.

Researcher: And that is a good memory for you?

SCP-XXXX: 464 were left behind to the camps. That doesn't count the other 500 or so that went into hiding of some kind or another. Those that escaped were already over to the other shore by the time we were even told about it, it had nothing to do with us. It was the people, those fishermen. Not me.

Researcher: Mhmm, do you have any thoughts on what you might want to do next?

SCP-XXXX: I was under the impression I would be kept here indefinitely. But maybe [pause] I wish I had been a hammer. To rebuild some place that was destroyed, and without the fruit freighters or oil tankers off their shores. Or maybe even I would fight again for someone that was worth it. I would stare into the whites of the soldiers eyes as the Kalashnikov in their hands. But no, I couldn't do that. Not again. Not even to re-build, I don't think I could see it all again.

Researcher: And what about the rest of the fishermen and Jews out there? Or the rest of the Nazis and other monsters?

SCP-XXXX: I have killed more than I have saved. The people of Rojava will have to save themselves.

Researcher: I see.

SCP-XXXX: Call it love or call it treason, but I ain't marching anymore.

<End Log>