"The Story Is All Muddle"
I must speak or history will be wrong... ~~~ She didn't let me explain... She wouldn't have believed me anyway... Why did they do it? Why make it impossible to rectify the situation? Why do I even care? ~~~ There was a gap in the communication with Headquarters and it was my job to find a way to close that gap. I decided that horse-riders would be the fastest under the circumstances---a bit less noise than trucks, much faster than bikes. The gap, after a number of attempts, was not closed---we were on our own, with six less horses, plus their riders... ~~~ The months that went by before we ran out of food were stark and dangerous. We hunkered down---low profile---tried to disappear. Our senses of self took major hits---we began to merge into some vague group of indistinct non
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