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Very few know what the year is, not anymore.
Most of us have stopped counting, and did back when we figured out that all of our deaths were coming in a matter of decades. So, it's a mystery. Perhaps we'll date this by some other time. By an order of events, and maybe, if we do somehow squirm out of all of this, this way will become a new calender.
I don't want to be one of the survivors, though I know that I have said this many times before. I do not doubt that if I survive this operation, I will continue to say it.
So, now I lay down to sleep, though it can never really be long enough. I am a soldier, and my life has been no easier than those that must live through every day knowing that they are past due their life expectancy and have been since that day something like thirteen years ago.
This is a hard life.
I'm going into surgery now, going to sleep, and I could only wish that I die on the table. Or, perhaps after the surgery in recovery. I know that I want to die, and I want it to happen soon. I will accept a painful death, for I am used to the pain, mental and physical, after so long of what the world has been going through; though, I really cannot complain. I know, though, that death will be coming for me soon, and I will greet him with open arms-- no matter what form he decides to take the shape of. Painful or in my sleep, I just want to go, to know that it will be over. It will be nice.
Twenty years of age, and so ready to die. I have been since I was seven, since they first announced that we were going to die.
Perhaps even before that when everyone was so suspicious.
I do hope that this will be my last entry. For this book is quite nearly full, and for my dear friend Johnson I will mark this day as the day that I may die. And I will give it to him, for some cold day that he has run out of supplies and is in need of dry firewood. I'd like to see this book put to good use after I am dead.
I will not hope for the best, for the best is gone.
Our Reaper is Upon Us
-- Let us pray that we all die in the first wave.
My name is Victoria Chanscler
My ID number is 45283
I lead twenty soldiers.
In five cycles of the sun we will bomb the city.
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