Sunday, XXXX
I suppose this notebook is now full of pages of me complaining, but I don't think I have encountered anything that I loathe as much as this new place we are in. There are so many bodies. And what is worse is that the beautiful beach by the fortress must have orange sand instead of yellow, what with the blood of all those bodies dumped there. There are no more seagulls, they have gone away. I suppose even their beaked noses can detect the stench from miles away.
Remember how when we were young, we wanted to visit mountains and beaches? Well, I have visited a beach now. I don't think I will visit one again. Perhaps we should aim for the mountains next time. We may find lesser blood there.
Sincerely yours,
The Soldier.
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