It’s easy to get lost. The stress and pressure of engagements, the sleepless nights, the questions of whether this war should even be fought. The sites, the noise, the fears, all wash over me. I feel the fall begin. My footing gets unsteady, and I slip beneath the waves. I need someone to save me. But if someone comes, how will I be able to keep from dragging them down with me? We will drown together. The insurgency is taking its toll.
-Trooper Chrysalis-
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