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.
@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.
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