"Record: March 2, 17:00. The same dull, boring training as always. Still first in Lasgun target practice, still getting beaten up in combat training. When will I finally get out of this steel Hive City?
March 3, 12:00. Seriously, I heard someone rebelled? Who gave them the nerve? Are they planning to pit their wrenches against our Lasguns?
March 8, 17:00. Lovely dinnertime. We had fried fish today. Finally, something other than that disgusting liquid food.
March 8, 19:00. Damn it, something was wrong with today's fried fish. My stomach hurt, and several guys had diarrhea. We even had to queue for the toilets.
3 (ink blot). That fish didn't come from the rebel agricultural district, did it? Bastards.
March 11, 07:30. The officer said another bunch of agricultural workers had gone on strike today. Our easy days in this defensive sector were finally over.
These people showed up in our sector for the first time, and the officer sent us to maintain order. Damn them, how dare they betray the sacred duty the God-Emperor gave them? Still, thanks to them, I finally got to see the outside world.
March 11, 12:00. The outside world wasn't as nice as the books described. Black smoke drifted everywhere across the sky. Damn it, this was only an agricultural district. Outside an industrial district, one breath might rot your lungs. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
March 11, 17:00. Damn it, how did they have weapons? Where did their Timber Rifles come from? Damn it, damn it, damn it! Diya Peak got shot full of holes. I had to find somewhere to establish a sniper position.
March 12, 03:00. The battle had reached a stalemate. It was too flat here, so we had to dig trenches all night. My hands were about to fall off.
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