Journal #3.
I have somewhat neglected this journal as of late. Not through idleness or absent mind; rather that there is too much for me to be doing.
I received the order some weeks ago that we were to make preparations to move out. We are to be stationed on the continent, to the south, with no word on the length of the engagement. The men were somewhat dismayed when I informed them, as many have children and family that they shall miss sorely. Others, perhaps, merely dislike the warmer climate as we journey south.
I am writing this from my quarters on the ship; although we are safely docked within the camp, we evidently have to be ready for enemy attacks, although I somewhat suspect that we are being prepared for a longer stretch on board.
The core of my foreboding is that we have been given double drills, and also that the men have been ordered to train with firearm and cutlass. Admittedly, my commanding officers have been known to hand out superfluous tasks at but a whim, but the edge of desperation within the camp speaks volumes. These are men who will soon be sent to war.
The previous war, where we fought off invaders from the north, was somewhat different in nature, I feel. That war was for a noble cause, to protect the land and people that we, the military, must serve. At the centre of this war is the greed of our enemies, and the wrath or our King. Our Chaplain, and the rest of the Ourlian priests, preach that greed, wrath, and the other sins are punished both in this life and the next.
Even I, who secretly doubts even assured facts, feel that this punishment is just beginning.
Cptn. Julius Rogers
3rd of July, y.o.O 2246.
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I have somewhat neglected this journal as of late. Not through idleness or absent mind; rather that there is too much for me to be doing.
I received the order some weeks ago that we were to make preparations to move out. We are to be stationed on the continent, to the south, with no word on the length of the engagement. The men were somewhat dismayed when I informed them, as many have children and family that they shall miss sorely. Others, perhaps, merely dislike the warmer climate as we journey south.
I am writing this from my quarters on the ship; although we are safely docked within the camp, we evidently have to be ready for enemy attacks, although I somewhat suspect that we are being prepared for a longer stretch on board.
The core of my foreboding is that we have been given double drills, and also that the men have been ordered to train with firearm and cutlass. Admittedly, my commanding officers have been known to hand out superfluous tasks at but a whim, but the edge of desperation within the camp speaks volumes. These are men who will soon be sent to war.
The previous war, where we fought off invaders from the north, was somewhat different in nature, I feel. That war was for a noble cause, to protect the land and people that we, the military, must serve. At the centre of this war is the greed of our enemies, and the wrath or our King. Our Chaplain, and the rest of the Ourlian priests, preach that greed, wrath, and the other sins are punished both in this life and the next.
Even I, who secretly doubts even assured facts, feel that this punishment is just beginning.
Cptn. Julius Rogers
3rd of July, y.o.O 2246.
Previous entry.