life

The third week into my first mission.. and it isn't going well... we turned back a few days ago and started making our way to the river Poros... but we have had to slowly turn left because of small skirmished with random groups of Haradrim and several ambushes, we've had one death this week, leaving nineteen of us left, our company seems to be diminishing by the day. The mosquitoes here are dreadful... I've felt more pain because of them than the Haradrim.... We will hopefulyl cross the river tomorrow and make our way back Hastily to Minas Tirith....

It seems I made it through last week... luckily enough not even injured.... There have been complications that we did not expect and we have had to delve deeper into Haradrim territory, we stand on the brink of destruction. Death is just one uncareful step away. If we lose it now, we might just as well never go back to Minas Tirith. But... if theres life theres hope. five more men dead this week.... there are twenty left of us now. The shadow in my heart is still growing and the world is darkening in my eyes... what is wrong with me?

The first page of this book... my first mission, the first week has already been past... me and the other men are now at a camp, just south of the river Poros... GOndor has been skirmishing with the Haradrim lately we we're sent to reinforce the borders.. but we've been somehow taken in Haradrim land... I'm on first watch tonight, to make sure no-one decides to slip a dagger in between our ribs.