Frontier//Battleground (Blazer Alpha-044)
The rumble of cannons shake the air. The smell of smoke stings eyes. War is hatred; war is pointless. I feel so nauseous. I never asked to be in this. Is it a question of which leader has the most men? Or is it a test from God? I do not really care any more.
My gun fires wildly. I can't aim it; it is becoming too hard. No food. not much water for days on end- it is taking its toll on me. The Intercolonial States is crumbling. Their soldiers- us- are dying at the frontiers. We push on. We must. Glisson has food. Glisson will help us in the end. Even if they do not, we will push on.
Sandra is dead. John is dead. I feel dead.I have nothing to lose.
