i've come under attack. faced with a relentless barrage of images and memories i do my best to resist but it seems as though wilting is inevitable. years of arming and reinforcing the battlements have done nothing to improve my defenses.
a meeting of the minds is sorely needed; a new strategy past due. i have reached a manageable stasis whereby the hemmoraging is controlled and there is no danger of collapse. still the fight rages on unabated. this is a war of attrition.
a sense of entrenchment has now engulfed the troops. morale is low yet never wavers from an overriding feeling of optimism. a peaceful solution can and will be enacted but will ultimately remain incomplete.
it is the human cost that is creating this insolvency. yes, the smoke will clear, the casualities will be counted, but the figures won't tell the real story. some things can't be measured. some things can't be known.
it's time to dig in for the final battle, the last stand. one last charge through no man's land into enemy territory.
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