"if you gotta stab, dont make it a Lets Be Friends, and then stick me immediately. If you do that, I'll dog you until you CD. against all logic, against all sense. ;)

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Some choice snippets:

(To: Global, from you) - Spring, 1902:
Soldiers Diary:
Mahdia beckons me to come back to bed, but alas the night is still yet disturbed by the fires that still burn bright in the cities along the dark waters of the sea. I cannot help but think about the days ahead. Our battalion leader has instilled upon me the importance of holding this position, in order to cut the supply lines that are supporting the Austrian blockade of Serbia, but I normally leave such details of military strategy to my superiors. I still have the blood of so many on my hands. Today I saw the remains of friends obliterated by a continuous artillery fire from the northern hills where the austrian forces have retreated to. The distant reverberating sound still sends nightmarish images of dismembered bodies though my dreams.

Mahdia calls me again, she was one of the maidens that the Sultan had sent over to us. She is beautiful. Dark skin, almond brown eyes. I had never seen a eastern women before, but she tells me that actually her ancestors were from the south, across the sea. That same sea. I spare one last glance out into the peaceful darkness, and I let it surround me, envelope me, hide me from the horrors I have seen, for a moment longer, before returning to Mahdia's warm naked embrace...

Spring, 1902: -Soldiers Diary II
It is the second day of marching, and I am tired from the beating sun here in the south. There seems to be no clouds at all in this part of the world, only clear blue skies and scorching roads lined with white houses 2 story houses that look like they where built out of the earth itself. I said good bye to Mahdia yesterday. I was very sad to have to leave her, but it is safer for her to return with the transport convoy bound for home waters. I would not forgive myself if any harm were to come to her, or that of my unborn child. It has been only 4 months since we arrived here, yet it seems partially to be my home already. She told me that she would return to her family where she would be safe until my child is born. My child. I can hardly believe it myself.

Mahdia. There is something about her, since the day I met her... as if, something about her was different, special, in a way I cannot describe. I fell in love with her immediately.

As we march on through these rugged hills in the north in an attempt to engage the austrian forces between us and the 7th Army, I find my thoughts are continually drifting to her soft image, pushing me forward, step by step.
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