Inmate # 412345: Fenix, Marcus Personal Item:412B Type: Journal.
Entry One: Command fucked up. Hell so did I.. First they call you a hero, then they forget everything you did for them, and you end up in some mountainside shithole. Call you a traitor too.. Can't say I'm either. Ask me, I'm just a soldier, fighting for a living. Can't say I'll be doing any fighting now, stubborn assholes need me out there, I belong on the field, not some stockade. May be in a prison, but that doesn't mean I don't know what's going on out there. Heard some crazy shit on the coms when I passed the checkpoint in. Little wonder why. I was on the ground when these things hit. Tough bastards. They're like insects, travel in swarms.
Couple of the country boys started callin em locusts. Name seems to fit. Besides smelling like shit, that's as much as Information as I'm gonna get. I'm gonna be here for a while. Fourteen years in the slab for Dereliction of duty. Complete horseshit if you ask me, but the council wanted to hang me. Guess I shouldn't be too pissed. Least here they give three hot's and a cot. Know some Grunts who'd kill for that deal. Lucky me. Burned all the daylight. Might as well bunk down. Gonna keep an eye open, cellmates seems too interested in me...