It turns out, the entire unit wanted to go with me. Right now, we are sitting one mile from the enemy base. The men are a little split up at the moment. Some are anxious to tear down the base while others are close to mutiny. I hope we don’t fall toward the latter. I would hate to have a mutiny this close to victory, and the end of the war. We, the men of the Legion, the soldiers who fight for the right not to fight, are going to be entering battle at daybreak. And, through victory or defeat, we are going to crush them from the inside and force their hand into surrender.
YOU ARE READING
An Account of My Days
Krótkie OpowiadaniaYou 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...
