Specialist Fourth Class. I can’t believe Sergeant Haskins promoted me! I have been in two more commanding battles, both flawlessly. Sergeant said that I am the best leader he has seen since Corporal Clarence. I don’t even know that guy, but I took it as a complement anyway. The forces fighting the main battle are falling back towards our position. We have a choice to either stay where we are and support them, or fall back as well and continue to take up the rear. Sergeant decided that we’re finally ready to see some real action. I hope that they take their time. I am still sleeping off my previous battle. I almost lost my head to a cannon. A cannon! Who uses those things these days? Well… I better get some sleep. The troops are reported to be here by morning, and I am supposed to command the welcoming committee.
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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...
