Dec 09, 2008 09:01
Shipping valuable goods and fighting off the black market is getting me more into politics than I wanted. Honest to the gods, this child's play is a waste of my skill. It isn't that I'm not thankful for my son, wife, health and growing legitimate business. And I am a terrible father.
.... There's nothing left but to keep trying. I owe it to my family. It is my responsibility. Mind you, I have never considered giving up. Ever. But failure is a hard thing for me to tolerate.
Picking off birds and black marketeers with my rifle is comforting though, in moderation.
I can't say I miss the battlefield, but I've been having weird dreams lately, and at least there is certainty in death.
But it stands, it may not be a certainty for me. Even my mother was presumed dead long ago, but I am not even sure what happened to her.
Acquired a crossbow. It's a fantastic bit of work, and I hope I can learn to master it. There's nothing like getting back to the basics and shooting things at other objects.
/Zach
Ambiguity is on purpose. Feel free to ask questions.
fyrian and eric