Wednesday, November 16, 2005
The fire fight has all but ended. As the remainder of the weakened embers cling dying to the sodden ground, their appetite for struggle slipping with every second, we know that it will not be long before the rain gods arrive to douse us in a victory shower.
What a scene, a struggle of titanic proportions, a Bermuda Triangle between S3, Dy and myself, that had ensnared the inspectorate in unforgiving entrapment. Now it seems as if we hold the triumphant card.
My finest hour, undoubtedly, in my capacity as the Battalion's Ops Officer.
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It might seem as though I have been out for fresh inspectorate blood these few days, but I must assure you, dear reader, that -most- of my literary expulsions are but spurious exaggerations. Hehehe.
What a scene, a struggle of titanic proportions, a Bermuda Triangle between S3, Dy and myself, that had ensnared the inspectorate in unforgiving entrapment. Now it seems as if we hold the triumphant card.
My finest hour, undoubtedly, in my capacity as the Battalion's Ops Officer.
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It might seem as though I have been out for fresh inspectorate blood these few days, but I must assure you, dear reader, that -most- of my literary expulsions are but spurious exaggerations. Hehehe.
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