Log 15: The Anger of Asch--Aftermath
[Private]
... I feel like we're in the eye of a tornado. It's too quiet. Deathly quiet. I'm tired, but there's too much to be done. My second is unaccounted for, our casualties keep climbing, no plausible plans have arisen, logical weaknesses aren't effective against the enemy, and there's no end in sight of this madness.
The Necromancer is right--this is no event, it's war. It's war and I've never hated it so much. This isn't the cause I wanted to die for. Commandant, give me strength.
[/Private]
I need a report on the infrastructure of the building. Someone go up a few floors and look out the windows; I need reports on enemy movement on all sides of us. Contingents one and two, take position at the hospital entrances.
Doctors, an update on the wounded... Someone run a check on our food and medical stores... Damn. Now would be a good time for food to start raining down.
[Filtered to Asch]
You fool, I swear... What did I just tell you?! You better not be dead...
Answer me, Asch!