Kimbly's New Years Resolution
For years there was no way to find out if the New Year had come. No way to drink champagne and be "happy." No way for a New Year's Resolution.
This first occurred to me when I was free from that prison. Yes… that was it. For the first time since my last bombs in the Isballan Extermination Campaign I was free to think of the more petty things. One was the New Year. I actually had to ask Frank what the day was. After all, how should Greed's gang know? They were locked up too.
What day was it? What year? How long was I away from the sweat incense of sulfur and the beautiful crumble of a building as it turns to dust.
So I thought about it as the New Year arrived. I got drunk. I ranted and raved. Maybe blew a few things to pieces... Then what?
Well...what else do you do on New Year's Eve? As the parties died down, and I became calmer in that Sort-of-sober way you do after a long night, I watched Archer take out a pen and write this on a page:
I, Frank Archer, resolve to do the following within this year. My resolution is to rise in the ranks, be a more active soldier, and command the army I have been given by the Fuher with persistence, vigilance and merciless drive for victory against our enemies.
My mind scarcely understood what he had done for a few minutes, then I laughed. "You're crazy…" I mumbled. Archer replied that that was what everyone said about me.
"Here's my New Year's Resolution…" I said, "I'm going to go to that damn war, I'm going to make them all go boom, and I'm going to come back and drink just like tonight. You know why? I'm going all the way. Not a single little persistent rat will be left in that place! And next New Years, when everyone in Lior is dead, I'm going to resolve to blow the next town in that damn desert to the sky. Like it?"
I'm sure Archer knew I was drunk like hell. "I like it very much." He said with a smile. Now I laugh at it. He was probably drunk too.