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Nov 2013

Other Nations – Part 1

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I will delve in more detail into each of the major world powers at a later date.  At this time I merely wish to introduce each nation and offer a brief overview of their place in the world.

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Nov 2013

The Birkenhain Journal: July

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7/3/13

I’m the only one left of my squad. I don’t know why—am I immune to the Americans’ bioweapon? The doctors aren’t living long enough to find out why. The exposure is killing them too. They’ve disinfected me and they’ll send me home on a UK ship with the few soldiers lucky enough not to have been attacked with the disease. Until them, I’m in quarantine at the refinery. If the Americans return now, I’ll probably die. It doesn’t matter if I do. The invasion is aborted and I’d just be coming home a failure.

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Nov 2013

The Birkenhain Journal: June

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6/2/14

I got back from the nearby hospital just now. The good news is my ears will probably be okay since the eardrum wasn’t destroyed completely. In the meantime, they’ve put me on acetaminophen for the pain and given me penicillin to fight the infection. A lot of good that does me, being allergic to the stuff.

There were a lot of UK soldiers there, all in critical condition. It seems a drone buzzed them out on the front lines and dropped some kind of chemical weapon on them. That’s all I could understand, anyway. My hearing is still terrible. I wouldn’t have known even that much if Petty Officer Henschel hadn’t been there to repeat it to me. I’m still surprised she could even stand up straight. She took some pretty serious injuries during the battle.

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Nov 2013

The Birkenhain Journal: May

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5/1/14

There isn’t much to do but sit and wait. We keep the ship running smooth and follow orders, but it’s not nearly the arduous regimen we had back home. It would feel like a break, almost, if we weren’t all nearly breathless with fear. Even the Lischke sister can’t manage to crack a joke today.

I learned one interesting thing, though—as it turns out, Radnitz and I are related. Not by blood, but by marriage. His cousin is my uncle’s sister-in-law. Who would have guessed?

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