Great game.

August 26th, 2019,

Other than that its horrible what I have to hear from my friend in the army. The wiz of bullets and the shelling of bombs. When I hear these all I want to do is curl up and cry from how many stories I have to hear and the terror of men crying for their mommies. His time in basic training was short lived and his care was little and walked out and deployed instantly. His knowledge of his surrounding were little so he thought of it as the worst situation he has ever been in. While making these letters to me about his battles he tells me of his nightmares of men screaming for help and to "get er done". While traveling to battle he complains about the simple engineering of steering wheels and how some are on the left and others on the right. He talks about shooting bullets at other crazed gun men and spotting them from a mile away. He once told me of an ambush that was a 8v20 and while that seems bad for them they still made it out.

Some day I hope he can come home, or even get more men on that battlefield.

And maybe I could be there too...

A New Dawn... March 24th. 2020.

My time was coming close recently.... I finally made it on the battlefield once again. My time had come, and I was ready battle hardened. As I went in to scream my battle cry, my squad lead asked me, "Say that again?" and I did just that. And after hearing the dreadful words, that my cries were silent, I fell to the ground well knowing that my time had not come just yet. With my voice in pain, I reached out for my comrades. The last thing I saw before uncle sam took me into his arms....
My voice was too quiet.
Don't let yours be.
Maybe some day, I'll see you in battle as well.

My Final Breath, May 17th 2020

I've been in quarantine for the past weeks. I feel alone in my battle as my cries are vanquished. But I see a hand reach out for me. It's that same person that had went to war many years ago. He pulls me up and he tells me what I should hear. I feel comforted by him. He tells me my time has come. He tells me the "rules of engagement" and we move forward. I put myself in the seat of the gunner and prepare myself, as today, I claimed my first life. As I hear the artillery bombard the buildings I write this in haste. My final moment might be in this BTR in a field with my friend. But at least I've made my country proud...

My final words.




Absolute Unit.