It was my birthday today. My mom made a cake for me and sent it to the base. The base was attacked earlier today, taking it out along with half of the field around it. My unit was fortunate enough to have Sergeant Haskins with us. He expected the attack and moved us more than a mile from the blast zone. Some of us barely made it out with our lives. Guess I’ll have to ask Mom to send me another cake when I get to the new base.
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An Account of My Days
Historia CortaYou discover a journal lying on the ground all by itself in the middle of the woods. It seems to be in fairly good condition. With a great deal of curiosity, you open the cover and turn to the first page...
