Brandon Herrera

I was like, hell yeah.

I jump into the next match.

Apparently that first one was all bots because then now there's some super autistic fucking ninja kids just kicking my ass.

I survived for like 30 seconds.

I was like, well, I'm done with this game.

I'm over it.

I am golden.

Yeah.

I'm here to fight for truth and justice in the American way.

I am the danger.

Time to find out.

This is the story of a soldier who operates your nation's Patriot Missile Defense Systems.

It begins in California with a little girl raised by two moms.

Although I had a fairly typical childhood, took ballet, played violin, I also marched for equality.

I like to think I've been defending freedom from an early age.

When I was six years old, one of my moms had an accident that left her paralyzed.

Doctors said she might never walk again, but she tapped into my family's pride to get back on her feet, eventually standing at the altar to marry my other mom.

With such powerful role models, I finished high school at the top of my class and then attended UC Davis, where I joined a sorority full of other strong women.

But as graduation approached, I began feeling like I'd been handed so much in life, a sorority girl stereotype.

Sure, I'd spent my life around inspiring women, but what had I really achieved on my own?