March 1, 2008. 6:43 PM
The disease has dug in deeper than I had thought, and defies our every attempt to remove it from its position. I have never encountered so crafty- so resolved- an enemy. Stocks are dwindling, morale plummeting.
But before I surrender my sword to this vile enemy, I have one last plan of battle:
HEAVY DRINKING. That's right, I'm calling in General Johnnie Walker. Firebomb the foxholes. If doctors and medicine can't help me, I'll kill it myself, goddammit! It can't make it any worse.
The enemy is in front of us, and behind us. They are to our right and on our left.
This time they will not get away.
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KILL KILL KILL
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