Diary: Confession of a Soldier (#2)

Genre: Diary (April 15th 1995)
Diary: Confession of a Soldier (#2)

April 15th, 1995 - Weather: Fine

When we got near to our destination, Route 171, my eyes were stunned at the black smoke that was going up. The smell of gasoline and the fragrance of gun powder enveloped the rural area. "The smell of the battlefield is more appetizing than my mom's cooking," the sniper, "Cowboy"murmured, caressing the G3 with his tobacco-tarred fingers. Several hours before we got to the destination, an Ustio air squadron launched an attack on the Belkan forces along Route 171 and inflicted serious damage to the forces stationed there. Being unable to get close to our destination, Sector D27, we are currently hiding in a woods 50 km away from there. When we got here, there were young soldiers who retreated from the frontline, soldiers who were on their way there for a reinforcement purpose just like us, soldiers being carried into first aid tents, screams, unanswered radio calls... Intense images were being blended in rapid succession. At the sight of those unfamiliar sceneries, I got nauseated, was caught in vertigo, and went white-out blind. Then I found myself on my hunkers.

The face of the commander of the platoon that retreated from the frontline was completely sooted, and the only thing that was clear was the raging fury in his eyes like the moon shining red in the night sky. He grasped my neck while I was still on my hunkers and scolded me for not doing any medical treatment for the wounded soldiers. Though inexperienced, I managed to bandage them up, send those on stretchers to the helicopters, give water to those lying on camp beds, and we finally completed the setup of the campsite at dusk. Totally exhausted now. Blisters are all over my hands because I was shoveling a trench for as long as 3 hours. My throat is sore and stiff because of the soot. And then before I knew it, my appetite was gone.

15th, April, 1995 - at Route 171

Thought I wanted to stay alone tonight. To avoid getting assaulted again by Ustio forces, the use of light and fire is restricted. While lying on my camp bed and having a cup of coffee, Franz from the same unit came in with chocolates. Franz, who cut his hair Mohawk style before heading to Route 171, threw a pity party and wistfully talked about how angry he was against Ustio and how to get his revenge, and made me laugh, as always, at the end of the talk with his sense of humor. "Just don't get too shocked. Learn to accept the situation as such", Captain Erhard tapped me in the shoulder in the regular meeting and said, "A powerful unit has already been formed to take back Route 171 and is on its way to the frontline." I can sense a surge of anger and hatred against Ustio rising up inside me.

Those who kiss the superpower's ass to secure their benefits, act arrogantly in international society and pose a threat to the neighboring country.
Those who resist the times of revolution.
Those who are responsible for the deaths of our fellows.
Such bastards will never be forgiven.
The sound of recon jets from Ustio that occasionally pass by overhead boosts my irritaiton and anger even more.
Ustio must lose.

Michael Kohl

SOURCE:
Project Aces: ACZ page

ACCREDITATION:
yellow26 for translation
originally posted by: Ribbon-Vermilion