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Welcome... Tonya
Entry 26 - Memo
Life, it goes on.
I am on my way to, the Zone. Some higher-ups had pulled me from a real fucking exercise for this rubbish. "War", you son-of-a-bitch. I could have been out. I could have been done with this. Instead, you pull strings. Instead you put away 'best interest' and make this my hell. What could this possibly do for me? Will this promise my freedom? Is this my fucking duty? Life is full of choices, I did my commitment to our nation. I want to go home. Is this MY home? Instead, I must raise arms. I must do what is best for our lives. OUR lives! This man-made hell, the Zone. So what that fucking plant exploded. So now, it's our job to keep idiots out? Wait, you said something about 'a different mission'? This may be worth it in the end. But what about Elizaveta? This place will either be my freedom, or my death. Either way... freedom. Freedom from all of this...
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