Parable: a Combat Soldier

Written on 2/04/2014

So, the attack is on the 14th.

At this point, I need more and more work out, preparing some shits which is going to be needed on d-day. Just imagine the war; the troops' thumping heart, the clenched fists, the flaming spirits, the well-prepared weapons. I hope I'm ready for this.

I've always been wondered at how tired my fellow friend was. The loud snoring could be heard from the top bunk every night. While me, myself, can't even force my eyes to shut or get the shit out of my head. That was until the rooster started to scream.

The war is even closer and I got myself called by the sergeant. He scolded me for not doing well on the shooting range a week ago. Does he think that I'm a fool? Because I got this punishment shit. This is so unfair. Totally unfair. After being scolded, I turned around and heard a loud 'bang' behind me. That was the sergeant, he tripped over my rifle. Well, even my rifle thinks that this is very unfair. I don't even remember why I left my rifle near the sergeant's table. Maybe I did it on purpose when I blanked out. That doesn't make sense, I know.

Everybody from Squad 120202 works harder than before, including me, I guess. Because in less than two weeks, we will show them what we are capable of in 3 days straight. I'm sure we'll win tho. We are not that weak.

I'm not that weak.