The Price of a Mile

The Price of a Mile is a short diary that was discovered in modern day Acodon. It details a military campaign, which young Kuzat soldiers were forced into. It was originally in the Kuzat Language and was translated into Traveler's Tongue since its discovery. 
This is a short diary, as only a small amount of it is believed to be found. It was likely written during the Great Tribal War which saw the complete downfall of the Kuzat Empire, as it describes "our golden age is over. And we truly are bound for destruction." The identity and ultimate fate of the author is unknown.
= The Price of a Mile =
== Chapter One ==
I hear the distance sounds of war cries and artillery. I have been tricked with propaganda, as so many other young soldiers have. The mud in our trenches are unbearable, our lack of proper food and ammunition doesn't make our situation much better. We're an army in despair, our generals haven't decided to go on the defensive yet, and have completely overextended our supply lines, our golden age is over. And we truly are bound for destruction, we're supposed to advance 30 miles in this next attack. Truly, I don't believe we can, and if we can, it will spell disaster anyways. We're supposed to move through blood and mud, with only a small amount of artillery support, if we win this I will be beyond surprised. Though with what I have seen from our generals so far, I highly doubt that this attack with be made with any success at all. If I live to see another day, which I most likely won't, I shall be beyond grateful. Yet, I think that this is too much to beg or pray for. The troops are currently lining up, as our sector is about to go on this advance. 
== Chapter Two ==
We made the attack, we only made it one mile, and we were the lucky division, we're in the middle of everything supposed to form a defensive line, even though we are more of a spearhead right now. And what's the price of this? The price of a mile has so far been 20 thousand casualties, whilst the enemy took minimal. Last night, as the night fell, the generals yelled to get into our groups and prepare. Our sergeants and other staff questioned it though were shut down and told to follow orders. Our lines are collapsing, I might as well surrender - I will never see myself as a traitor for this, only as a wise man, who choses what is best for himself. I won't risk my life, for my nation. 
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