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Memoirs: Enough
Jan. 15th, 2006 09:52 pmIt was a scrap of paper, randomly handed out as a carnival souvenir. It was even numbered, but I kept pulling it out to read the trite words emblazoned on the surface.
Let not the tides of war wash you away.
War, in its many different forms, had been on my mind quite often when that paper was handed to me. I was trying to help with the war effort by given what supplies I could, mostly providing the required bandages, and filling the ironic need for Peacebloom. It wasn’t much, but it was something, and I wanted to help. That same desire had taken me on the University’s trip to Elwynn, where were we both welcomed, and attacked. It had taken on the Dean’s tour of the Silithid Hives, a rather disturbing experience. It was also a humbling one, for I could see just how much I had to learn, and how unprepared I was to face even one of the bugs that lived near the Scarab Wall.
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Let not the tides of war wash you away.
War, in its many different forms, had been on my mind quite often when that paper was handed to me. I was trying to help with the war effort by given what supplies I could, mostly providing the required bandages, and filling the ironic need for Peacebloom. It wasn’t much, but it was something, and I wanted to help. That same desire had taken me on the University’s trip to Elwynn, where were we both welcomed, and attacked. It had taken on the Dean’s tour of the Silithid Hives, a rather disturbing experience. It was also a humbling one, for I could see just how much I had to learn, and how unprepared I was to face even one of the bugs that lived near the Scarab Wall.
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