Diary Entry 001

Morale is low on the front. Disease and death continue to sap at our depleted energy levels. The men are in need of a miracle. Our faith is dwindling, but we are not all without hope.

The saving supplies of Supermarket Co continues to warm our bellies, it has been 36 hours since they have departed the front and it is uncertain how frequently our supplies will be stocked. We must ration the food better. 

Corporal Sebastian fever continues, meaning that I have been forced into taking in extra shifts. The enemy has yet to leave their trench. The fear of a surprise strike continues to fill the men with doubt. 

I must do all I can to rally the spirit of my men. I have begun a diary to keep my sanity, I must maintain the ever-strong inspiration for my men to follow. 

Late yesterday evening I caught an enemy spy in our midst, the 8 abominable heartless creature was immediately interrogated for information, before falling to a chemical shower. 

I must leave you now for my night shift has begun…  Remember

War, War never changes.

Diary Entry 002

Our lines of communication have been cut. We no longer can connect to the outside world. Morale plummets towards fever pitch.

The Telstra sponsored ants know no humanity, they continue to deprive us of our most basic needs.

It is with a heavy heart that I sent corporal Sebastian to bargain with the telatraites. I fear his language skills are no match for the task I have given him.

I return from the trenches tired and sore. Their artillery constant barrages is becoming ever frightening on my tired soul. Invoice after invoice is launched at me , yet here I remain. Barely alive I must not give up fighting

Ants are yet to take our lines, however we must stay ever vigilant. For war, war never changes 

Amendment

Sebastian has successfully returned from the peace mission. Communication methods have been restored and the men’s morale has skyrocketed.

In celebration, corporate Sebastian has offered to cook a meal in the mess. Quarrels amongst the men  continue, with many questioning his ability to cook…

Diary Entry 003

We are forsaken. The gods themselves are against us. Our trenches lie in muddy ruin. Our spirits have been washed away by the storm.

I’ve been forced to abandon my quarters as natural erosion and floods have destroyed what had become my home. One can hardly venture outside without deep-sea gear, or great spirit.

I fear letting the men venture outside camp. I worry of injury and disease. There have been too many casualties in this war, the unmarked graves are countless and all surrounding.

I will not be responsible for my men dying because of flood water and mud! These sandbags will have to suffice as our shields from the relentless storms.

Until next time. Remember war never changes.

Diary entry 004 

It has been a long time between entries. Reinforcements for the departing Corporal Sebastian have arrived in the form of Brigadier Wanda and Lance -Corporal Fretch, albeit briefly. 

Thus I have been shipped to the Western Pacific, as quarters buckled under the weight of crowding. For neigh on 3 years I have been fighting the evil armies of Credit. How will I survive?

Returning to the front of routine training, has seen my ranks deserted. I am now trapped in a situation I do not want to be in.  My once strong camp has been left as skyscraping piles of trash.

 I am without supplies, nor friends. The extra shifts I have taken are mounting upon my soul.

I have been forced to bring in a Mercenary – Starvin Marvin – who has been taking relieving shifts, although I am not sure how many more I can afford…

I am off on a supply run, bringing in much needed food and clothing – I fear I may not return. The weather has degraded, the trenches scarcely muddy hollows within the ground.

Morale is low on the front. My faith is dwindling, but we are not all without hope.

Yesterday Morning I signed a peace agreement with our 8 legged friends – he sits on watch in a studious manner, guarding his corner from the ant armies.

I fear this may be my last entry.

I must leave you now – the front calls to me.

For war, war never changes.