I watch the moon so full and close as the the night of the twelth day of battle becomes the morning of the thirteenth. As hot as it is during the day, the nights are slighty cooler and pretty close to being comfortable. I don't think I could ever get used to the constant noise though. As much as I respect the life on this world, I wish sometimes ( Read more... )

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The sixth day of battle and silence has claimed me ( Read more... )

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