The Birkenhain Journal: July
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.