The night has come earlier and earlier and then I realized what day it was, the fighting here has subsided a bit, the dog is quiet, the night is still, not even bugs making any noise,, whats so surprising is the stillness of the night when you look at it, with no city lights, only the occasional fire dotting the horizon, the stars are spectacular in the sky, its freakin cold out too, I remember back in the teens they were all talking global warming crap, it made me laugh then, and today.. Electric grids are starting to pop on and off during the day as someone is trying to put them back on line, I’ve heard motorcycles in distance but have not seen any vehicle traffic, if they got them running they are using them very little. All the aircraft downtown were destroyed either on purpose or by rocket attack, there were a few bodies laying around in pieces so I can assume it was RPG’s that blew them apart.
I’m now in the company of several guerrilla fighters, most in their early 20’s, couple of young ones, and several of us old timers, we’ve managed to keep about 20 of us in number and we don’t stray far from each other. Kill zones are everywhere, we don’t dare poke our heads out in places we haven’t scouted from above. I’ve become pretty good at sharpshooting dinner, rats aren’t nearly as bed as everyone thinks if you know how to cook them. Bravo even will eat it now. I have become friends with this kid from Dodge City, his name is Earnest, hates being called Earnie, so I just call him E, his family was killed in the E-pandemic of 16′ he was in Alaska at the time working the gold fields when he found out, he doesn’t talk much about them. Carries a faded and wrinkled photograph he looks at every night. Prays a bit with it and for them I bet.. just as I do every night.. I think about my family every second it seems