Another day at the park, another day of this darnable war. Super Major Dylan and Private Devin joined me once again for the forward assault on the picnic area. This time instead of skater kids, it was swarming with bad guys. We couldn't find the M1Grand we found for Devin last time, but we did find a tree branch. After we broke off enough sticks and wiped away the mud, it sort of resembled a bazooka. I wasn't about to put such firepower in a greenhorn like Devin. I let him use my foam dart gun, while I handled the heavy weapon. I carpet-bombed the entire area with rockets while Dylan fired his soaker rifle until it ran dry. Devin took out a few bad guys, but ended up losing three of my darts along the way. My squadmates resorted to karate while I took out the last fifty with the knife Top Brass doesn't know I have.

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We secured the area, but our victory was cut short by the cruel hand of fate. As we jumped on the last picnic table, Devin landed too close to the edge. He slipped and fell hard on the pavement below. His screams still haunt me as I write these words. I can still hear his tearful wails as he clutched the scrape on his elbow. Our only hope was to get him to his CO so he could kiss it and make it better. Such is the fate of the youth in this war.