Much has changed since I last wrote. The captain of my platoon says we may finally be able to go home, but this youthless regime rages on. We were blasted with mortars last night... I don't really sleep anymore. We;ve finally brought this state under control. The machine guns fire rounds through the night and day, reminds me of dad's old chainsaw. This war has been a disaster. A truely unfortunate mishap.
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