For a time, I clung to this tiresome thought of tinsel heroism, nagging contradictions swinging like pendulum inside my head. What's this? What am I doing here? What's the use? I'm not designed for this. I refuse to be a hero amidst political turmoil and blatant mockery of our profession. This I endured for two more months in different accommodations in locations I can not reveal. Until it finally struck me with clarity and horror as census and death toll continue to rise. I may not achieve what I was set to do but I must give up to keep my sanity intact. My whole being drenched with dread perhaps as excruciating as an innocent dying in a medieval breaking wheel.
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A FRONTLINER'S CHRONICLE
Randompurely deep thoughts of a front liner in this uncertain time
