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They're giving us physicals today. Great. Hell, maybe I could do with one. My head's been killing me all day today and I think there's something wrong with my glasses. Not that I've got much hope that anyone in this place actually cares about getting any of us healthy.
Last night we got some stuff done. Got cut up, but got stuff done. And it turns out I didn't need stitches after all. I don't know what they did, but it feels like they glued my cut together. Maybe they did. Surgical glue isn't that weird compared to everything else around here. Handy thing, really. Maybe we ought to steal some out of the medical wing. Roy got off the worst, but at least that was taken care of last night. I tell you, wartime makes for strange allies sometimes. But I guess it's true what they say: the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
I need to find Zack again and talk to him some more about us and this place. He's got the right kind of mind for this stuff, I think. And I should probably fill him in on the fact that we've got something of a plan. Not what it is, just that things are in the works.
I'm keeping ahold of myself pretty good so far. No more breakdowns, at least. I just... can't think about home too much. I start to and my mind never goes anywhere good. Talk about irony - I can't even think about good things anymore without the bad things along with them.
I guess this is what the front lines are like.
Last night we got some stuff done. Got cut up, but got stuff done. And it turns out I didn't need stitches after all. I don't know what they did, but it feels like they glued my cut together. Maybe they did. Surgical glue isn't that weird compared to everything else around here. Handy thing, really. Maybe we ought to steal some out of the medical wing. Roy got off the worst, but at least that was taken care of last night. I tell you, wartime makes for strange allies sometimes. But I guess it's true what they say: the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
I need to find Zack again and talk to him some more about us and this place. He's got the right kind of mind for this stuff, I think. And I should probably fill him in on the fact that we've got something of a plan. Not what it is, just that things are in the works.
I'm keeping ahold of myself pretty good so far. No more breakdowns, at least. I just... can't think about home too much. I start to and my mind never goes anywhere good. Talk about irony - I can't even think about good things anymore without the bad things along with them.
I guess this is what the front lines are like.