/lit/ - Literature

I often reflect on the 16th of January. Years after it happened, in my worst moments that are yet to come, the chronology of that day flashes through my day, fragmented still images of snowed in buildings, faces of haggered soldiers and warm bistros run through me. In a sense, it was the last "normal" day of my life and nothing would ever be the same for me ever again. This might seem a strange statement from someone who spent a long time up to his neck in trench mud, but the pressure was somewhat lessened there. Leading men is never easy, especially when their lives depend on your choices. But, leading hardened men into combat is a bit different then having to form a new unit from scratch - select them, train them, equip them and then lead them into combat. And this task is especially not easy when they are supposed to pilot extremely complex, multi-million dollar combat machines.