FEELING HELPLESS
Kursk – Currently under UAT attack Relatively safe from an Iberian pursuit, I, along with the meager leftovers of my command, found heaven to rest and recuperate in, what happened to be, a long and abandoned alleyway two blocks adjacent to the main street we had momentarily cleared from enemy activity. I use the word momentarily mainly because our highly fragile and thin corridor connecting us to Big Richie’s rear-guard unit from which our supplies flooded in could be cut off at any given moment by our opponents, whose strength in numbers never seemed to diminish. Moreover, this god-forsaken alley was a space so forgotten from attention, not a sound was noticeable, and barely any light got through the shadowy buildings blocking out the sun. Within that gloomy mess that dampened our sens
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