Dear Diary.
Despite diaries being a dirty hippy habit of pathetic sob sacks like Donut and Griff, Doc tells me they are an excellent way to order one's thoughts and make strategic battle plans.
Personally I think he is a LYING DIRTBAG, and I will later give my opinion to him in the form of my shotgun to his face.
In the meantime, I will make a Logbook of the Glorious Red Army's Victory over the Goddamn Blues, or GRAV book. Not a diary.
Day 1
Dear Diary
To day was a glorious day to be Red… Just not a good day to be in the Red Army.
I never thought it would be possible to gain a Victory and then surrender that Victory by retreating…
Damn those dirty scheming, conniving Blues for coming up with such a fool proof plan of attack… Anyone would run away- I mean strategically retreat if the had Cabooses help offered to them.
On the Other Hand, Griff was shot in the legs repeatedly due to this manoeuvre. Further evidence that there is no such thing as a perfect plan. Little could those Blue Bastards predict that by having caboose shoot one of our team members, they are actually furthering our personal agenda to cause severe pain to Griff! After Caboose had incapacitated Griff, Simmons's and my own firearms MYSTERIOUSLY went off in the direction of his legs as well. A good day for Red.
Then of course that moron Caboose tried to help US as well, and we had to flee the battle before we could finish that yellow moron off.
