Today was Jim’s birthday. He would have been 20 today. Too young to die. Too young for much of anything. He couldn’t even be considered an adult yet, let alone the fact that he shouldn’t have been in this war to begin with. His own father drafted him into this fight, against his will. Jim was a good man, even if the term didn't legally fit yet. It wasn’t even an honorable death. He was caught in an explosion from one of the enemy mines. There isn’t much left of him now. I’m glad the face didn’t survive. I couldn’t bare to see his last expression as he left this world. A close friend being gone in an instant… I don’t want it to happen again. I will regain command of the Legion and make certain that there are no more deaths. I must end this war, even if I have to do it on my own. I hope Bill will help me regain my position.
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An Account of My Days
Короткий рассказYou 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...
