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Shit. f*ck. Help. Disregard: I nearly went on a one-man warpath because it was reported that someone raped my drone pilot. She is fine. I am fine. The world lives another day.

Okay...in the space of a few hours, I've gone from being resigned to being single for whatever time I have left to having four women vying for my attention. I don't think I am equipped to deal with this. I'm not convinced it isn't just because I am where I am, rather than anything about me...

I'm chatting with my ex girlfriend. Our relationship failed to external factors, not lack of love. She wrote a poem about me. Nobody has ever written a poem about me before.

Yours truly.

I am having a moment. All our most experienced guys are dead, wounded or getting transferred elsewhere. I tried to tell my drone buddy to get out while she can, but her answer was 'f*ck that, we die together'. I don't...I mean...how do you even...?

Vietnam had CCR and the Doors. This shitshow has AC/DC and Rammstein.

My children. My DnD group. My house. My books. Tea. Bacon. Fish and chips. My best friend. A Hungarian girl I used to work with and whose smile makes my heart do backflips. The forests of the North, so different from forests here. Being a lawman.

Vodka and a weird fish thing.

Ashamed, tired, homesick, lonely, exhausted, unwanted. I am currently harbouring romantic feelings for three different women, not one of whom reciprocate. Everything about my life is a disaster

Become very attached to people - especially women - very quickly and that this does not work in my favour.

Pizza and a lot of beer.

I have multiple women who love me, even if they are no longer in love with me. Maybe that should hurt, but it makes me feel better. I have friends who respect me. I have children who love me. I shall literally die in battle against the forces of evil. What more could a man ask for? My life...

Well, that was quite a night. The last few survivors of my unit had a fun night of beer and pizza. It'll be a few days before the next op. I have had emotional conversations with a few women, including my drone pilot friend. I told an old friend from another unit that I was glad to know him and...

She's still alive.

Insert Alice Cooper lyrics here.

We're out of the line just now, so I get my exercise by walking around as much as I can. Before I came here I trained in the gym daily and ran a 5k every other day with forest hikes being somethingI looked forwardto at the weekend, but that's obviously not been possible here- any nearer the...

Quick question...is it normal to have what are essentially flashbacks to happy times? I don't understand what's happening. I just keep finding myself...not here, you know? Like earlier today I was lying down, trying to ease the pain in my gut and suddenly I felt as though I were in bed, in the...

I chose to be here. I knew what I was getting into, but it was the right thing to do. My last chance to make the world less awful, and get some value out of my otherwise pointless existence. I'm not scared. That's not the right word. I'm incredibly sad about all the things I love that I will...

I have yet to encounter anything created by generative AI that wasn't utter garbage. I have no use for it.

I am sitting in a house full of firearms, explosives and blades but I keep...there's a length of rope in one of my bags. It's been there for over a year. It's been...um...used...a few times, but never successfully. Obviously. I desperately want to go back to a life that no longer exists. I will...

Alcohol

Beer and sweetened popcorn. I have an upset stomach yet again and am trying to keep myself alive with low mass, high calorie snacks, so that the inevitable exit of said snacks from my person is relatively non-trsumatic. The beer is just because I'm miserable.

'Sorry for your loss' doesn't quite cut it

I don't. It's all on me. If I tell other people about things then their response becomes just another problem I have to manage.

That it's never more than one decision away, and it doesn't even have to be your decision.