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<Begin Personal Log>

Log Date: Day UNKOWN, Year UNKNOWN. +0245

We set up a wire perimeter out on the ridgeline, but it's not going to hold them back. I don't know how long we can hold out, maybe a few more days. Ammunition, spares, food, water; it's not enough. They're coming, and there's nothing we can do.

Log Date: Day 001, Year 0. +1400

The New Republican Guard hit us bad last night. They wiped-out all our forward guard and their aircav razed our temporary supply depot over by the dockyards. We're down to five companies of mixed regulars and irregulars. The civvies are still in shock. We can't use them for anything, not that we could spare the troops to oversee the repair work needed to fix the generators or the filtration plant.

Damn you Colonel Rayne.

Log Date: Day 005, Year 0. +2215

The night raids have stopped for now. I don't know what they're planning. Maybe they took pity on the civilians, maybe we're no longer a threat to 'national security'. Maybe they know that we're down to the dregs of our supply chain and we're ready to die. Our long-range comms were destroyed during the exodus, so it's not like we can ask the resistance for a resupply. Back to the wall, no resupply, no reinforcements, no plan. And they think I'm a threat....

Log Date: Day 013, Year 0. +1023

A scout from Charlie Company located a disused railyard with basic amenities fifty clicks down the river to the south. Must've been abandoned in the great population redistribution plan back in '02. If we move camp over there, we'll gain the benefit of improved cover. We'll also be leaving ourselves open to CAS attack. At this point, most of the troops are down to basic rations and the civilians are barely surviving on whatever staples we've got.

That's the problem with a commission, you take so many lives into your hands that the idea of 'the greater good' over-rides almost every thought. Still, this beats murdering innocents, and at least I'll die with my conscience cleared.

Major of the Revolutionary Army. What a crock of !@#$.

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Log Date: Day 047, Year 0. +1400

Things are finally beginning to look up. We've received a small infusion of supplies from Francoist-supported revolutionaries. Our civilian population is starting to rebuild this place, and our fortifications are looking formidable. Nothing less than a brigade-level attack will dislodge us from this place.

Our SIGINT section is picking up increased Revolutionary Guard chatter somewhere from the north. Intel suggests that a beach-head is being established by the Asian Coalition forces. I hope Rayne is having fun with that. Perhaps in due time we can get on the front foot and exact some revenge for the massacre at Greenhill. I still see the charred and smoldering bodies by the roadside as we extracted from Sector-H4.

Log Date: Day 243, Year 0. +1535

We had our first birth today! It seems like only yesterday we were cowering in the arid soils of the west plains waiting to die, but somehow we've managed to pull ourselves together and make do with what we've got / found / stole. I was touched by the parents naming him after me. I used to be a faceless Republic Officer, but I can see now that I've evolved into something better: a leader.

Log Date: Day 365, Year 0. +1645

One year ago. One year since the exodus and the killing and the fear. We're more than that now. In such a short time we've built basic industry, healthcare, agriculture, accommodation, training facilities. The Medical Corps says we've got a positive birth/death ratio. We're growing. The Old Republic has begun to fall, and the word on the wire is that the Asiatic forces have pushed the Republican Guard back to the capital. It seems like we're home free.

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Log Date: Day 057, Year 4. +1200

It was a long time coming, but the Old Republic has fallen. The Federalist Party was summarily executed for war crimes today. While it makes me happy to see the Party received justice for what they'd done, Rayne was never located. An inferior Officer should never wish it so, but I want him dead. He perpetrated this whole ordeal. He betrayed me, he fed me to the wolves. I only hope that one day I can find him before the Republic interim government does.

In other, more positive news, we've been invited to attend a meeting to discuss Militaria's future. The Shadow Council alliance of nations seeks our involvement and participation in their activities, and they've offered quite a hefty sum of improvement capital to help us improve this fledgling state. In these past years of turmoil, it seems as though this place and these people have a future to hope for. I only hope that one day, I can repay what these people have given me: hope.

<End Personal Log>



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