The Road through my Fucked Up Life.

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Day one.

Dear friend,

It has been a really bad day at the battlefield. The day was dark when the first of the Necrosis charged down the slopes towards our end of the battlefield. We stood firm, the central position moving in to hold down the enemy. The first wave was a success, building up our confidence.

Two more groups marched into position, holding down our grounds as enemies poured unto us. We were doing well at first, the Generals waiting at the back as their armies marched unto us. Then when the sun was at its zenith, things turned bad. I know not how to describe the horror of the battlefield, my friend, Death swooping down unto us like a hawk unto a rat.

The Generals threw the unknown at us. We knew not of their Primary Intention of Healing. We knew not of Bybissis or Siliconis. We were taken unaware and before my very eyes, my men were cut down like grass. A swoop of Death's Reaper and they fell. But they died proud, my men. They died bringing down enemies as they fell. They fell shouting for freedom and my fellow citizens, these are the men that died for you.

It had been a dark day, a darkness had fallen before us. Our men fought hard, knife and teeth, trying to break thru the enemy, but this enemy we fight is a dangerous foe indeed. Their Generals sit back, throwing their armies like pawns against us, thousands upon thousands, and we stood firm, like the rock against the tsunamis of enemies. But for every enemy we take down, three rose to take its place. The enemy was relentless, but we too persevered.

At the end of the day, we managed to survive, barely. As I stood there, on the rock just outside the outpost, I see our men lying dead, injured, exhausted. The casualties are increasing every minute as I write this message, mounting every second I sit here contemplating our strategies. These men died for their country, they died with honor. Every single one of them are men who achieved the status of martyr, and their blood will water the meadows of Semester 3.

My men fought for their lives out there today, they fought for this very Semester they had given their lives to, they fought to stay on that path they chose. These men died not in vain, by their death, we are move ever closer to the freedom we all sought for. The road to freedom is paved with death and blood, and by their death, we will be free.

Yet tomorrow, another day, another destiny, we wonder what the battle will bring. The day had been long, our men are tired, but tomorrow, we shall rise again agasint the enemy. Tonight we will mourn for the dead, we will reorganize our strategies, we will regroup and start out again. We barely won today, we came out barely alive, but we survivors are still alive. And by Lord, we will win tomorrow.

For our fellow men who had fallen, and for ourselves.

Tomorrow the greatest of Generals will be on the field, and my friend, I ask for your prayer that you will see my men to victory, to triumph. Acute Leukemia has been seen rallying his men, and I must go now to do so, to rally my men towards victory.

Till tomorrow, I remain your friend,
General Elena.

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