After a melee of horse attacks tonight on the upper plateau of Fao Fortress, I decided to take a drive. I needed to take a drive more like. The captain has been quite hard on the chaps of late, calling everyone a traitor after that anonymous letter sent to HQ accusing the “captain” of treason. The whole ordeal has been unsettling. With an actual war on, it’s sheer lunacy to be fighting among ourselves. You can be sure the Turks are not.
And it immediately struck me, that this was the right place and time to address the horse problem. A “testing ground” of sorts, here on the plateau. At that instant, stepping out of my vehicle for a smoke, I was shot and killed. The bugger stole my ride, and was from my side to boot.
There is no moral to this story, only to be aware of your surroundings at all times.