You've been hit three times now. You'll burn out the barrel on that thing any second. I can help you,but you have to say the word....

You know you want to. Three tours in 'Nam, Frank. Seeking without realizing. Into the nightmare again and again.

What was it that kept you coming back?

I can give it to you, Frank- There'll be a price, but nothings free-- Say no, and you're one more KIA on a hill that no one cared about to start with. Say Yes-- And I'll give you what you've wanted all these years.

But you have to say it. A war that lasts forever, a war that never ends, but you have to say the word. Say it. SAY IT.

Yes.

Many moons ago the most powerful nation on earth, the United States of America, with it's mighty army, it's fleet of building sized warships and it's airforce which reigned thunder and lightning from the sky all turned on a small country of men willing to die for what they believed in, men who were strong and honest. But they were communists, and in the eyes of the politicians which control our world, that marked them as inhuman. This country is North Vietnam. Vietnam was in a civil war between the North and South, the North wanted too unite the two under the communist banner, the South wanted to let be and continue suffocating itself in the filth and corruption which plagued it's government. As expected, America sided with the South. Frank Castle was sent in too fight for his country, he was 18 when he enlisted in the US Marine Corps too fight for his country. Frank Castle found his true calling in the steamy jungles of Vietnam, his purpose was to kill, to take away, he rose through the ranks and shifted through the different branches of the military to master this art, and in the jungles when he was hunting he practiced art, and that night on Valley Forge, when the enemy came pouring out of the jungle as a screaming, collectiive mass he perfected this art. He killed, he maimed, he destroyed until he was the last man standing, what saved him from perishing that night with the rest of his troops was Him. Him called Frank, speaking to Frank while he fought off the enemy. It offered him salvation, what Frank wanted most.

At a price.

And so, Frank lived that night, was sent home after having surgery to remove the seven bullets inside him. Frank then remembered he had a wife, and kids, and a family back home. Who cared for Frank, who loved him. But it mattered not, for his true love was with war and combat. Frank had been suffering from amnesia for a while, and had completely forgot what happened that night on Valley Forge. He embraced with his family, reunited, home.

The year was 1976 and the sun was shining, my family and I took the path on West 66 which ran along side Central Park, we took the small forest path up into the clearing of sheep meadow. We settled down for our picnic in the park, but their were killers in the undergrowth, men who hated each other so much they shot each other through my family. My wife, my daughter, my son.

You knew there was a price, Frank.

Abilities
-Has trained to near physical perfection
-Master strategist
-Expert level shooting skills
-Near inhuman pain tolerance
-Combat knowledge is nearly unrivaled
-Hand to hand skills are master level
-Arguably his most striking feature, Frank's will is unmatched, he does not break, never shows any sign of cracking. He is deadset in his ways, nobody will change that.

"In The Punisher: Born, it is suggested that Castle may have made some sort of pact with a death related entity (Such as The Grim Reaper), to fall into a subconsciousness that quickens his speed and reflexes, as well as making him super aware of his surroundings, completely merciless and next to unstoppable. The price of these new attributes would require the sacrifice of his humanity. Another, more realistic explanation of this is that he allowed himself to be consumed by his own killer instinct, disregarding and abandoning all human emotion in favour of warfare."