Entry 12: Unfortunate Distractions.


Another down time. We've struggled valiantly against pesky Dungeon Fighters. I think we've earned a reputation on the battlefield as "Dungeon Fighter Killers." We sure do live up to the moniker as best as we could. Will took some time to grieve. I don't blame him, it's hard to shoot someone you love, much less beat them to death in close quarters. Bill wrote a poem that sums up our lives in a nutshell from our miserable experiences.

War Is Hell

We've fallen to our knees

We've killed and we've killed

The word love passes us by

Bathed in blood

Soaked in bullets

We grew up as orphans, we grew into men

We breathed conflict like it was air

No matter what the losses were

Not even how we fared

We still kept fighting anyways

Our minds turned to steel

We may be viewed as demons

Maybe even inhuman

But this doesn't matter

We fight until there's an outcome

Winners carry on the fight

Losers finally roam free

Such is a life that we have to live.

Along with the price we paid

War is hell

Nothing ever goes well.

We're just trapped in an eternal cell

Nothing can quell us

Except being felled.

Poem certainly rang true for what we had to struggle against so far. The losses were great, the dragging was long. I don't know why I do this stuff anymore. We lose more and more men everyday to the forces of so called "Good." I just hold on to what I can and try to help the unit stay alive. It's inevitable that we may all die. If fate were merciful enough, maybe prisoners at best. We're all just broken men at this point in time, trying our best to cope. Some reports of people committing suicide around the camps have been flung around. Being honest, I don't blame them. They die, they're free. We live and we fight until we die or win completely. Hmm, I wonder what a Ghent soldier would have to say if he picked up this diary. Well…probably not happening anytime soon. Least they've got the best of the war. We get the hellhole since we're so called "Bad Guys" in their books. Guess I'm just raging pointlessly against something that can't be helped. When I look at the guys and what we've been through for the last two or so years, I have to say, we're all just broken and hopeless at this point. All the bloodbaths, innocents, and Dungeon Fighters amount to nothing as we see our comrades die day in and day out in a losing battle against fate. The Ghent Army is going to win, we already know it in our hearts. Why keep fighting? Just why don't we surrender and get it over with? I guess it's pride or maybe I've just taken a liking to taking lives. I don't know why I do anything anymore…