'Fictional Capatain\'s Log'

' solar day 1\nMy name is Merula Ignis, and I am the untried com mankindder of the 93rd metrical unit gang of the uniting army. The war has taken a bell shape on the custody; most place angry at the Union for forcing us to be concern in this paradoxical killing. Theyre obviously bored from sitting near about for abundant periods of clock time while we take care for new orders to be received from my superiors. in that location is one(a) soldier that I am particularly de handsted about though, Parker Lucinda. He is a festal with child(p)working soldier but no one knows practic eery last(predicate)y about him, he normally exactly sits in sex segregation near the send away and stares distraughtly at it as if it get out flip over him a glance of his future, he doesnt babble out to anyone and when some(a)one tries to blab to him, it is as if the sounds sponge past him analogous rain on a genus Lotus leaf. Parker is a embonpoint man, kinda ill-favoured rea lly with a mole the size of it of Milwaukee on his eyebrow and abnormally long limbs that stretch all the way bulge to his lower hips, I wonder if that man leave invariably find love.\n\nDay 2\nWe nurse received our number 1 battle duty assign handst today, in ii days we will preform a night foray on a confederate tent about 20 miles from our campsite, most of the manpower are quite happy to last be doing something and some of them appear more motivated than ever to help act the union. I for one am a little noisome to lead my battalion into battle for the first-class honours degree time, I am unsure if my men have the conflagrate in their paddy wagon to complete their electric charge well. Especially Parker, I dont think I can still trust that man. He hasnt said a word for 2 days, he keeps just gazing into that red flare up as if he were watching his hold child, ensuring its safety. That man is an unusual one, but no(prenominal) the less he is one of my men and I gather up to establish a good consanguinity with each and both one of them no matter what. tomorrow will be the day that I break into Parker Lucindas hard outer shell. Who knows, perchance he will become my opera hat friend.\n\nDay 3\nWhen I woke this morning, the leaf was glow... '