Week 13-
Nothing has changed...no bad to good or bad to worse... nothing. Still locked inside this damn cell, no freedom. Dark, wet, smells like death... get very little portions of food, not enough to live off it. I can feel myself getting weaker each week... Those damn Welps keep scratching at the door, trying to force there way in to kill another Penguin Soldier. It's only a matter of time... I'm proud to say that this is the end. I have no regrets, I've patched things with everyone. The only thing I want to do is tell Kowalski, Rico, and Private that I'm sorry. I promised you three that I'd be back, promised that I would end that deranged fucker... to end this war once and for all... I have failed and I accept that...