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Judgment Passed: Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Individual Sacrifices
PRESENT DAY BLOOD GULCH:
My wrists ache. They're chafing on the nylon cord that he used to bind them together so he could drag me down here. And the cord remains, rubbing my wrists a little bit closer to raw every time I attempt to move them. They could have untied me. It's not as if I can escape from this base without any weapon or any armor. I don't even have a shirt to cover my torso.
FOUR MONTHS PRIOR:
It's a true testament to just how tired Grif was that he allowed me to tuck him into his bed, though I doubt that he was even awake past me leading him into the bunkroom he and Simmons share. But by the time his head hit the pillow I'd already made up my mind to do whatever it took to help him. And morning rounds turn out to be the perfect time to think out a strategy.
I know that I'm not a brilliant strategist. Truth be told, I'm not really better than avera
Judgment Passed: Prolog
Prolog: The Day it Started to Go Wrong
PRESENT DAY BLOOD GULCH:
Looking back on everything, it all started out so simply. I was a soldier for the Red Army. I was a good guy, on the good team. I enlisted and was sent to fight a war against the aliens that were threatening Earth, or the Blue Army, whichever I encountered first. I'd been taught that they were both bad guys. They were evil and everything that they stood for was wrong. And then I landed in Blood Gulch... and everything went straight to hell.
Maybe none of this would have happened if Grif and Simmons hadn't decided to take advantage of their new rookie. Maybe their stupid 'harmless prank' about elbow grease and headlight fluid started this whole weird chain of
The War Against Ourselves 5
Chapter 5: Trials of Enlistment
#43 - Sleep
Sometimes I think I'm the only normal person at this base. Even something as simple as sleeping is made abnormal by my superiors. First there's Sarge. I'd heard stories of seasoned war vets who would sleep with their eyes wide open and with their finger on the trigger of their gun. But now that I live with it as a reality, it's sort of scary. I wake up every morning with a shotgun barrel pointing directly at my head. Sarge may constantly threaten to kill Grif in his sleep... but I'm more worried about MY safety. Simmons bunks above Sarge but he sometimes goes a week at a time without sleeping. Since I arrived here I've never seen him sleep more than 3 days a week. I asked him about it once. He told me that his mind is too busy and that his thoughts keep him awake. And then there's Grif, who bunks above me. He'
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