Day 4 — My captors are keeping me occupied. They continue to fill my provisions on a constant basis. With so much food to consume, I have little time for anything but eating and using the privy, and am exhausted into near unconsciousness from these activities. I am highly suspicious of the reasons for this abundance of nourishment. I will continue to consume as fast as possible to see if this behavior changes.
I have refused to use the facilities in my cell, and instead dispose of my waste in all areas near, but not ever inside, the privy. Currently monitoring my guards for annoyance threshold. They seem aggravatingly patient.
Overturned my rations canister. Still no noticeable change in captors' behavior. Mystified as to what drives them, as they seem pleasant and, I daresay, slightly affectionate. I fear the worst from these mind games.
21.5.11
New camp
I've been relocated to a new POW camp. All entries henceforth will document the proceedings at this new location.
Day 1 - Camp Mooreclan is in better condition than my previous quarters. I've been confined to solitary, although my surroundings much improved, cleaner, and rations are strangely ample. I have not detected any signs of my captors tampering with rations, although will remain vigilant for such events to transpire.
It would seem the humans have greatly underestimated my military training. I am now under the surveying eye of two pudgy Americans, who seem rather green in their methods of managing a POW camp. A great change from the armed guards in 24-hour lockdown, to be sure. I am placated at the moment knowing this will work to my advantage. Simply outrunning them might prove successful, and yet I remain vigilant for obstacles yet unforeseen. I will closely monitor my captors. Patience is the road to victory.
I find myself weary after today's travel. My captors forced me to bathe, insisting I reeked of "puppy pound." They seem rather despondent about the condition of my previous quarters. I know not why they would be concerned, as we are sworn enemies. I am suspicious of deception: in place of combat-hardened bodies, it is possible they have mastered the art of pschological warfare. I must remain alert for assaults of a mental capacity. For now, I must rest and prepare myself. I will make annotations as privacy allows. They must not become privy to these logs. Should I survive, they will be vital to WAHK and my brothers in arms.
Day 1 - Camp Mooreclan is in better condition than my previous quarters. I've been confined to solitary, although my surroundings much improved, cleaner, and rations are strangely ample. I have not detected any signs of my captors tampering with rations, although will remain vigilant for such events to transpire.
It would seem the humans have greatly underestimated my military training. I am now under the surveying eye of two pudgy Americans, who seem rather green in their methods of managing a POW camp. A great change from the armed guards in 24-hour lockdown, to be sure. I am placated at the moment knowing this will work to my advantage. Simply outrunning them might prove successful, and yet I remain vigilant for obstacles yet unforeseen. I will closely monitor my captors. Patience is the road to victory.
I find myself weary after today's travel. My captors forced me to bathe, insisting I reeked of "puppy pound." They seem rather despondent about the condition of my previous quarters. I know not why they would be concerned, as we are sworn enemies. I am suspicious of deception: in place of combat-hardened bodies, it is possible they have mastered the art of pschological warfare. I must remain alert for assaults of a mental capacity. For now, I must rest and prepare myself. I will make annotations as privacy allows. They must not become privy to these logs. Should I survive, they will be vital to WAHK and my brothers in arms.
--FF
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