Full Metal Journal: The Life of a Military
Don't own FMA.
Own the squad, which isn't even a definite thing anymore, as there won't be much of one left after Entry 12.
And-go.
Entry 10:
It's 1:15 in the morning, and we're going into battle.
The Elrics haven't come out of Lab 5 yet, and now we're hearing of chimeras- a fused being between human and animal that were being worked on down there- going amok down there. Also believed that two guys in armor are down there and so is Scar.
And- even though it isn't certain yet- we may even be fighting homunculi.
Jesus, that's a scary thought right there.
We're moving out in an hour. Two companies- one (mine) will round up the chimeras and get the Beast Man chimeras before they reach the weapons storage room. Another one, with The Fuhrer personally leading this, will go find Ed. With him are Lt. Col. Hughes, Maj. Armstrong, Lt. Ross, and Sgt. Bloch.
We've got a little bit of everything- rifles, machine guns, ammo, grenades, bazookas, Gatling Guns (for the heavier guys), even a knife or two. But it doesn't feel like a training op this time. It feels like combat. We're men with weapons, not boys with toys. Nervous men, but we're men. We're ready.
I hope.
I wrote three letters to my family. Just in case.
I got a bad feeling about this…
Short, I know, but the next couple of entries will be longer.
Stay tuned- and review.