Chapter one of my upcoming book chronicling my tour of duty in the Mud Bad Water Good War
Tonight we heard Tall Walkers is going to hit Good People squad when we cross the River of Rushing Water. At least that's what Short Knees said. Damn, I don't know what to believe in anymore - yesterday they said they were going to strike us over the Black Treacle ridge but they didn't. Fucking paranoia man, I don't know what to believe in anymore.... didn't I just say that?
What was that? I heard a sound over by the bank, Medium Knees is telling me to check it out - why do I always have to check it out? Probably nothing, but if it is something it will mean the death of me. I know it. I've been telling myself every day, today is the day I die. But oh god, I'm not ready. Not with Melanie at home,
oh I miss her. I hope my buddy Tall Knees is taking care of her, I know I can trust him. He's my best friend after all, and he promised me a job when I get back at his dad's furniture store.
Oh shit - I swear I hear them dirty Language Speaker whispers over there, must be a trap. Hey, isn't this river the border with Land of Angry Zebras? Or was it that last river we crossed? Whatever it was I know we're someplace we're not welcome.
"Hey One Knee! I'll trade you a pitcher of spice water when we get back to Shrangi-la for a hot leaf now!"
"Go fuck yourself No Knees!" I yell, that fucking Irish man always promises a bottle for everything, but he never owns up.
If I get out of here, things are going to be different with Melanie, I know it. If only I get out of here.
What was that? I heard a sound over by the bank, Medium Knees is telling me to check it out - why do I always have to check it out? Probably nothing, but if it is something it will mean the death of me. I know it. I've been telling myself every day, today is the day I die. But oh god, I'm not ready. Not with Melanie at home,
oh I miss her. I hope my buddy Tall Knees is taking care of her, I know I can trust him. He's my best friend after all, and he promised me a job when I get back at his dad's furniture store.
Oh shit - I swear I hear them dirty Language Speaker whispers over there, must be a trap. Hey, isn't this river the border with Land of Angry Zebras? Or was it that last river we crossed? Whatever it was I know we're someplace we're not welcome.
"Hey One Knee! I'll trade you a pitcher of spice water when we get back to Shrangi-la for a hot leaf now!"
"Go fuck yourself No Knees!" I yell, that fucking Irish man always promises a bottle for everything, but he never owns up.
If I get out of here, things are going to be different with Melanie, I know it. If only I get out of here.
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