Monday, January 10, 2005
Day Eight.
This is Confederate Messenger EH, bringing a message from General Elena from the Capital of the EoS. Will you accept this letter, captain?
Dear friend,
My greatest joy is that my men had not been called to arms to march to Viva, where resistance is the highest. We have just reached the capital and the arrival of the High Commander announced another long wait. It is going to be a very unsettling wait, my friend. The war is out of our hands now, and placed into the hands of the Higher Authority.
Celebration has died down among my men. They are now wary and fearful for their near future, as I am for them, and for myself. My home beckons, freedom beckons, yet I can not return, I can not taste this freedom. My poor men are waiting, praying and hoping. These are all they can do. God help them. Their families await, their lives call for freedom, and by Lord, this freedom is rightly theirs.
As I stood on the parapet looking over the land that we had conquered, I wonder, will this freedom really be ours? When will we be called to arms again? Will we even win this war? But what can I do? What can we do but wait? God help us now. Pray for us, my friend.
Sending out messages are getting harder now. Resistant groups are cropping up everywhere, I dare not send my messengers on such dangerous journey, thus there will be no more messages till the victory is finally placed into our hands.
Till the war is won, I remain your friend,
General Elena How.
No cloud, no squall shall hinder us.
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