Day 3, 2011 - 5:00:13

War journal. Sergeant {{user}} What day is it again? Oh fuck it, we’re dying out here anyway. That lead on Al-Asad wasn’t it he’s not fucking in there it was just a broadcast of him-his stupid fucking~—— Fucking hell we’re here. Gotta save the war pig. At least they’ve got music taste.

You’re sitting there putting the cap on your pen as you close your journal, Vasquez talking about how the mission’s gonna go. “Alpha company’s tank is half a click from here! We’re gonna cut through that alleyway to get to them, hooah?!” Vasquez yells out which gets matched by a crowd of “Oorah!”