Day 23 (since account creation)
My dear diary,
I've finally found the time to tell you everything I've been through. It seems like I’ve done it all. Factories opened, friends made, bullets fired. Lots and in many places. Damn! If only you knew what happened in Rhine!
Devastation. It's all what left of this area after 2 rounds. Everything was scattered about. From brotherly graves to fiber optics. This line stretched for dozens of kilometres. It was grey, gloomy... and stinky.
All history tells us is that the French were on the brink of triumph on Round 1. But at the very last moment, the Germans have found resources to fight back. And they pressed on. 300M damage. And then the flood on R2. No wonder France was annihilated next day. Wiped. Nonexistent. C'est la vie.
Oh, and I encountered something strange. Cat noises but without cats themselves. All the way home, that was all I heard. I even practised imitating their speech myself. Meow meow! Fascinating.
Finally I'm here, at the parental home. Not for long. The resistance has emerged in Galicia. There is no other way. Ukraine must live. I'm not afraid of death. Remember that, my diary.
P.S. Ой у лузі червона калина...