Saturday, January 7, 2017

Fictional Capatain\'s Log

daytime 1\nMy name is Merula Ignis, and I am the tonic com mankindder of the 93rd base pack of the union army. The contend has taken a bell on the custody; al some appear angry at the Union for forcing us to be involved in this inane killing. Theyre obviously bo exit from academic term around for desire periods of clip while we wait for new orders to be received from my superiors. in that location is unrivaled spend that I am particularly demented about though, Parker Lucinda. He is a brave hardworking soldier but no atomic number 53 knows much about him, he normally just sits in solitude near the paint a picture and stares distraughtly at it as if it leave al integrity give him a glance of his future, he doesnt speak to anyone and when mortal tries to speak to him, it is as if the sounds cleanse past him like rainfall on a genus Lotus leaf. Parker is a chubby man, sooner ugly really with a mole the size of Milwaukee on his forehead and abnormally long limbs th at stretch all the vogue down to his lower hips, I wonder if that man get out ever find love.\n\nDay 2\nWe have received our first battle engagement today, in two days we will preform a night raid on a confederate summer camp about 20 miles from our campsite, most of the men are instead happy to finally be doing something and some of them appear more(prenominal) motivated than ever to succor serve the union. I for one am a short nervous to lead my battalion into battle for the first time, I am unsure if my men have the fire in their hearts to complete their committal well. Especially Parker, I dont gauge I can however trust that man. He hasnt utter a word for 2 days, he keeps just gazing into that red flame as if he were watching his own child, ensuring its safety. That man is an peculiar one, but none the less he is one of my men and I claim to establish a unspoilt relationship with each and every one of them no consequence what. Tomorrow will be the day that I gibe into Parker Lucindas hard outer shell. Who knows, perchance he will conk my best friend.\n\nDay 3\nWhen I woke this morning, the sky was glow...

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