We have been fighting for almost 3 straight days and during that time, and Sorynthians have all but gone, for the moment at least. I know they will be back, and soon. We have barricaded our selves in the western quarter of Facility 6, the most secure compound on Io. We will hold up here until the moon is clear before we beat the retreat ourselves.
Most of the civilians managed to escape from this moon. The losses have been horrific, Alexander is left with 21% of what it had and Dragon, 12%. My unit has been almost obliterated, Gary is now dead, and my troops look past my eyes with disgust. I have failed my unit, and failed them miserably. Deep inside I feel that I had been commanding this unit on borrowed time, time that was not for me. I should have died long time ago, with my folks on the moon, but I am alive and living this life I did not deserve. I am stained with the death of so many.
I have looked back at my journal and it has been some time since I wrote about something good, lively, bloodless. I know only of war, I was born into it, so what is peace that we so long for? Does this generation understand it? If we do not experience it, how are we sure we have achieved it?
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When reading this blog, read it from bottom up.
The voice in this blog is a character from my book, but the context is focussed and narrower than the scope of the original storyline.
The voice in this blog is a character from my book, but the context is focussed and narrower than the scope of the original storyline.
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