They have taken the bridge and Second Hall. We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The end comes soon. We hear drums, drums in the deep. We cannot get out. They are coming.
Arrived in [the hamlet of] Seattle today, after a very hard march. We’re billeted in tents, between the enemy and our own heavy guns. At night-time, one sees little slits of light shining from the tents on the puddles of water outside, which give the impression of a fairy land.
Rolling into our blankets, we occasionally hear the ‘splash, splash’ as some fellow moves, or the plod of the sentry. Plus the continual high pitched laughter of the Ashleys, but ever present is, the smell of the spice.
Remind me again... @SirPaulCouture
... why do women not like it when someone else wears the same dress?
@SirPaulCouture I know all about war, particularly in that part of the world. Trying to get out of a 25 year marriage in that area.
@thatguyoverthere Thankfully, I am merely twisting war diary quotes and humorously placing basic bitch pumpkin spice photos with them... but now I am picturing the smells combined... curse you.
@radraccoon The terrible and unrelenting army that assails us as the leaves turn each year is issued a uniform forged in the very pits of hell.
@Hempressemilym I have sworn an eternal oath before the almighty - you and your cursed spice are my enemy and I shall lay down my life before I shall surrender to you and the vile spice of pumpkin you have wrought upon us.
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