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War. Why must it always happen? Can people not simply get along? I've served in the imperial guard for almost a decade now, and in that period I've fought in three wars, granted, I've received medals for distinguished service, but Im tired of constant fighting... Now they've assigned me to this new squad, fresh from the training center. I wonder how long before they die. They're sending us to the front, the front of yet another war, the war to end all wars. End journal entry.
*The wolf sighed and closed his datapad and sighed, picking up his duffel bag and heading towards the terminal of the military airport, to board the hover jet that would take him to meet his new squad at Foward Operating Base Caesar, near the front lines. He was known as shade, a spec ops trooper known for his combat expertise, and his stealthy methods of combat. He was an arctic wolf, currently clad in grey fatigues, carrying a duffel bag full of clothes, wearing a military backpack full of his equipment. A soldier of the imperial guard, a soldier tired of war, and a fur seeking peace.*
I'm sorry, I need to think this one over... I'm sick and I can't really think straight. I'll get back to this one later.
