Entry one: Beginning days of the long march towards hell.
My name is Charles Miller, I'm about 39 pushing to 40s. I joined the Kartel Army because I was desperately looking for a job which I couldn't find in Ghent due to being thrown out at a young age. I'm currently a first class Sergeant in the fields having gone through sorties and messes already as a so called "Hardened" war veteran. Over the years I've been here, my friends have slowly died out in our struggle to overtake Ghent. Frankie just died a year ago at the age of 25. Michael, Jack, and Mark, my good cocktail drinking buddies also died in a large scale battle that got us up to the north, east, south, and Ghent forests. I've just been reassigned a different squad with some new youngsters and another Sergeant. A kid named Stanley Woods who's quite the deadpan snarker but has a good eagle-eye when paired with a sniper as far as I've seen his records demonstrate. Next is Zeke Martin, goofy joker, enjoys playing video games in our downtime, and flirts quite a bit with our female unit but his skill with machine guns and other heavy weaponry are exceptional for a recruit. The last kid to mention is William Jason, our handy rifle man with quite a knack for close quarters combat. He's quite dangerous in a mid to close range fight as far as records say. As for personality, he's courteous but shy outside of the battlefield, almost like me when I was younger in the days. As for the sarge, he's Bill "Sandy-eyes" or so his eye patch would say. No one really knows his last name though, to say the very least but the guy has a good track record for surviving grueling battles. It's our first day together, so we meet casually around a campfire and eat rations while sharing jokes and beer before heading out to our first assignment. I know those guys in the Ghent Army think we're all jackasses who pillage and rape women like sick monsters but honestly, we're about as human as they are. Our new recruits probably are fubar'd as badly as theirs sometimes and die miserable deaths on day one. Those who do survive have to keep fighting and fighting till they die or win. All of this makes me think of how I was raised…