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.


It is raining, it keeps the smell of the spice down at the foxhole level. It makes everyone uncomfortable, from the battalion commander in his post to the Bakers making the pies in the captured blockhouse.

It is miserable, and I fear we shall have no respite.

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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.

This afternoon we lost four more. But we’re quite resigned nowadays to losing old originals. It seems as if the fates have decreed that they’ve had a good run and it’s time they went. Kilby asks: ‘Whose turn next?’ We all wonder…

@SirPaulCouture why the hell are you in the Democratic People’s Republic of Seattle?

@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.

Perhaps that's better (the spice scent) than the piss which was all I could smell last time I was out that way.

@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.

@SirPaulCouture @thatguyoverthere this series of toots makes me wish i could "Follow" twice. 😂 Huge grin reading these.

@SirPaulCouture be warned! Do not travel at night in the badlands of Seattle. Even in the safety of an iron coach. The libtardian tribe roams the highways by foot and are apt to assault you with vile words and flacid fallices.

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