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Journal entry

 * Himmy,


 * No wonder we're losing this war, with cowardly cunts for soldiers! All it took were a few arrows and a wallop of the mace for seasoning, and that was that – battle was over and the whole convoy was ours for the picking. Maybe they were having such a hard time of it because of all that vodka they were carrying. Our brave warriors must've taken a sip from time to time, with obvious results – when you're seeing double, it's damned hard to hit your target.


 * Take everything we gathered to the cubby, then fence it quick as you can. Except that showy parade shite – you'll have to bury or burn that. I reckon someone might recognize the insignia and then there'd be trouble.


 * – Caius