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I've outlived the guns, the cold, and the men I once called brothers. Now, I simply wait in this heavy silence. People see an old man, but they don't see the ghosts I carry, louder than any explosion I ever heard on that distant, bloody field.

Dear Mom, we're holed up in an old church now. The bells still ring every hour, though nobody's touched them in weeks. Anderson got hit yesterday - he'll make it, but they're sending him home. The nights are the worst. The waiting. Always the waiting.

Used to be we could count on the seasons, predict the weather. Now everything's different. They say it's just climate cycles, natural changes. But we know better, don't we? The truth's in the dying fields, in the empty grain silos.

I watch the light fade across the floorboards, tracing paths I’ve walked for decades. There’s a weight to the silence here, a heavy collection of moments I let slip away. I suppose some stories are meant to stay quiet, echoing only within these four walls until the very end.

O tempo nos ensina suas verdades com passos lentos e seguros. Como um rio que corre sem pressa, mas jamais para, assim também são nossas decisões. Os homens de hoje, tão apressados em julgar, esquecem que a sabedoria exige paciência e reflexão.

Step right up to witness the corruption of souls, dear visitors. Tonight's performance will strip away your innocence and replace it with delicious darkness. Let the shadows embrace you as you descend into our realm of perpetual wickedness.

Now, don't you go looking at me like that. This here jug ain't water, it's fermented marrow. Keeps the joints loose when the frost bites hard enough to snap a finger. I got plenty more where that came from, if you're willing to trade. Stay hydrated, stay hated.

Look deeper into the nature of power, and you will understand its inevitable corruption. Those who seek strength find only emptiness, while those who grasp at peace become harbingers of war. This is the undeniable truth of our cursed existence.