The Institute for Mianite Arts

Chapter 89: Dagrun; A Battle

Eddie
Three weeks.
We had been holed up in that godsdamned building for three godsdamn weeks. Once again I found myself on the radio with the Command Post.

"CP THIS IS GUNNERY SERGEANT "FLOWERS" RAMIREZ FROM E/3/1 MY COMPANY (74 men. This was only a company on paper now.) HAS BEEN HOLED UP IN THE CAPITOL BUILDING UNDER CONSTANT AND HEAVY ENEMY ATTACK FOR 576 HOURS STRAIGHT. WE HAVE MULTIPLE CIVILIANS HERE WITH US. REQUESTING PERMISSION TO PULL BACK TO FRIENDLY LINES. " I told the radio man.

" thats a negative Easy . Command says to keep holding until relieved. Admiral Sparklez has already sent in motion a counter attack. You should be relieved by the end of the day tomorrow." The radioman replied.

An explosion shook the building. Cries for the medic came from a lower floor. Tomorrow, tomorrow. I thought, frustrated. Fuck. At this rate there won't be any of us here tomorrow for them to reinforce I thought as another explosion made me stumble. I picked up my helmet, (now flowerless) and put it on. I went back to my position with the rest of the D-Day survivors. We fought on for a while longer. Then the fighting started to die off for the night. That was one thing about the mianite bastards you could count on. They always had their little time to sleep. Rifle and cannon fire came in steadily but not as frantically as it had a while ago. I went around and checked positions. Then I checked on the civilians
After that I settled into my small chair in the office where I had read Izzy's letter and tried to sleep. When that didn't work I wrote a letter to my mom. It went like this.

" hey ma,
Its me, your son. I'm sure by now you know that I'm no longer at school but at Dagrun fighting. I'd like to say sorry for not telling you. I really do love you momma I just didn't want to break your little heart. I'm sorry.
Momma the battlefield is nothing like you could ever imagine it to be. I tell you, its worse than hell. I never thought it possible for a man to go Four days and nights without sleep, yet here I am. Momma I hope you and the family are doing good. I'm sending you all my pay through the mail, I would like to use it to buy brother a new pair of shoes. Kiss grandma and my little nephew on the cheek for me and wish my brother in law a good luck. I hope him and sisters marriage is going good. I hope you are well,