This war is long and annoying in its own way. I have to still make money even though I am fighting for a nation that’s far away from me. This nation that borders this Asian nation is a nation full of hellish monsters. They constantly attack civilians and civilian infrastructure. This should have been a fast war but they need foreign help because the other nation north of our enemy is fighting with them. I could have enlisted in the military and fought with them that way, but hell no. I am a soldier but getting told to charge into battle without information sounds dumb.   

I doubt they would do that in the modern day but I have seen a bunch of tanks blow up because Recond didn’t give them the correct information. I would rather take my chances with some other foreign legion fighters. I am fighting with people all over the world. There is an Asian named Tenshi from an Asian nation that is full of islands. And Elishama is this guy that is from a nation that is basically a desert. 

There are more people but for some reason even though they don’t speak the best English, I like hanging around them. They just make me feel the most comfortable. So comfortable I feel at ease sleeping around and eating around them. I am not lazy but most people in war don’t take time to relax. That includes me, I tend to be on edge waiting for the enemy to make a mistake. So I can swiftly kill and destroy their body. I do know that I can also make a simple mistake and get swiftly killed too. 

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I haven’t killed many things before this and I have been desensitized. I haven’t killed too many enemies. But I know I have killed more than some in this foreign legion. Lucky larry hasn’t gotten killed but hasn’t had a kill yet. Apparently while on a recon mission the enemy saw him and shot at him about two hundred yards away. He barely survived by ducking as low as he could. He tried to unsling his rifle but when he put it to his shoulder. It fell apart. 

It was a captured northern weapon. Like super old from the 60s and when we looted it. It was just destroyed because 7 bullets hit exactly where the joints of the weapon were. It even hit the bolt carrier of the AK. His squad was able to wipe the whole 30-man unit out and retrieve a replacement weapon. A picture was sent to me an hour after the firefight. It was a ruined weapon. I don’t know how he didn’t die from that fight. But that is why he is called Lucky Larry. Larry should have died that day. 

I wish I had a tenth of his luck. Sadly though I found out luck was never on my side. I was just a nameless foreign soldier. Who died like a hero. And will be missed by the family who loves him so much.