Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Day Two.
This is Confederate Messenger EH, bringing a message from General Elena from the borders of the enemy land. Will you accept this letter, captain?
Dear friend,
Our army returned today victorious, but this victory was not easy. We lost men, excellent men who died struggling to bring down the enemy with them. The dead are piling higher and higher, as we enter deeper into no man’s land. Although we have survived the battle so far, all of us have lost something dear to us. All of us have lost something, and we mourn for our dead brothers, for ourselves.
The Parasites came charging towards us just as the cock crowed. God moved the pieces here today, my friend. The strategy of placing the men came in a flash just before my men marched out to do battle. And just because of that, five of our Imperial battalions overcame the enemy and regained our advantage. But the advantage was short lived as the Generals stormed the battlefield.
Lung Cancer alone decapitated half of the 13th Defense Troop and we would have been crippled in our defenses if not for victory over CRC. But Chronic Leukemia unleashed a charge so powerful that Command Troop 1 and 7 were destroyed completely. We were taken completely unaware as Ig and Commed moved among us like a disease, taking down my men so efficiently.
Yet we have won the battle, with a heavy price to pay. My men suffered the consequences of my ignorance. It is painful, knowing that these men were lost because of my error of not predicting those attacks. As I stood watching the setting sun, my men crawling back to camp, I mourned for the lost of these excellent me. They had given their all for this banner of ours to advance. And for them, this Flag of Freedom is raised up high.
I looked over to the enemy and oh how I hate them. I hate them with every muscles of my tired Confederate body. Oh I hate them so much.
We have gone far together, my men and I. The war is nearly over, and we have survived, only to do battle the next day. But we will continue to fight. As long as breath remains in this weary body of mine, I will still lead my men to fight, and to their death. That Flag of Freedom is ours.
So my dear friend, wait not for my return. I will return when we have won this war. It won’t be long now.
Till the war is over, I remain your friend,
General Elena How.
Our reasons may be different, but our goals are the same... Peace.
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