Commander's Journal One: Running Blind

Aug 12, 2008 19:26

I don't have the answers that they think I do. I don't know how to handle this mission except the way that we are. It's hard seeing the men heading off into battle and knowing that some of them won't be coming back once it's accomplished. The captain called me "ma'am" during the daily briefing today. Maybe he understands a little what it means to be a leader in battle.

The recruits, the IFV ops and the tank crews, they all call me "sir". Maybe all I am to them is a voice over the radio giving orders and asking about their status. Only the people I've met, the people who've talked to me face to face, call me anything except "sir".

Lazarus was brought back from the dead. How ironic they named the emergency protocol after him. Maybe that's what I am: a chance to rise from the dead and do... something to stop this.

We're almost there. Once the President's been secured and the Beacon's been destroyed, it'll be quiet in DC again. Maybe then I can sleep for a while.

Until then, I'll keep my troops safe from harm.

journal, commander's thoughts, my mind is my own, operation: hail to the chief

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