Diary: Confession of a Soldier (#3)

Genre: Diary (April 27th 1995)
Diary: Confession of a Soldier (#3)

April 27th, 1995 - Weather: Fair

Wondering where to start. Or rather, I can't even remember in detail what happened in the past few days. Were my eardrums burst? Feels like I can't hear things well. On April 24th, 1995, I was posted to the Futuro Canal in southern Belka and experienced a battle for the first time. When the order was issued to cancel the opeartion to take back Route 171, we immediately moved to a naval port within the Futuro Canal. I guess that was in afternoon. A terrible alarm suddenly went off in the port. At that time, I was taking a break on a quay along the port, gazing at the waves coming and going aimlessly. I was in a world different from a battlefield, being peacefully poised between reality and fantasy. That moment was shattered in an instant by the sound of the alarm and fear and tension thundered through my body, a feeling I had for the first time since I was born. The facility was enveloped by a bustling atmosphere and all hands immediately moved into combat position. And a moment of silence ensued. That silence was broken by deafening roars of jets, machine guns, and successive explosions that almost matched the timing of those attacks.

From this point forward, my memory is blurred. Colors of blood and fire, columns of black smoke, Rosenberg who kept firing a heavy machine gun at random while frightened, empty gazes from dead soldiers, impacts, explosions, water sprays, shouts, roars, cuss words... I was running around with 10 milimeters amidst that storm... I guess. Bullets just skimmed over my helmet and I was almost minced by gunfire from an enemy fighter. It would be a white lie if I said that I had no fear, but I still wanted to swat down that Ustio fighter with a heavy machine gun. I was unspeakably hyped up. I don't remember how long the battle continued. Before I knew it, those deafening jet sounds disappeared and groans and screams echoed in the facility. When I was standing at a loss, an enemy fighter with its one wing painted in red soared overhead, in a carefree manner, as if to scoff at us.

April 27th, 1995 - Near Futuro Canal

I'm alive. Several days before this battle, a large scale air battle reportedly took place near the border. It was only two enemy planes that invaded B7R, and they went head to head with our ace squadron. They were knocked out by our aces and rushed back to base. That's what I heard.

There's no telling when the facilities can be reconstructed. There's no telling when the enemy launches a next surprise attack either. I'm not informed what kind of mission we are going to be engaged in, nor even if we will remain in this place. The only thing I'm certain of is that I'm on the battlefield.

Michael Kohl

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originally posted by: Ribbon-Vermilion