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
Hey Fenrir! Glad to see you are keeping the cause alive! But I would ask that you pay a little more attention when they say your name. I think I heard the girl one call you Fenris not Fenrir. Unless of course, you're changing it as some kind of assertion of your independence. Something you can have control over when you have so little control over anything else. I get that!
ReplyDeleteThank you Chelle, for joining my cause. You are correct in that my name is Fenris. Fenrir is a formal title, used with my surname. I believe in your culture, Fenris would be something called a nickname? But you may call me whatever you like, friend. Fenris, Fenrir, Mr. Ferret. But never fat. You may never call me fat or look directly at my pot belly. Never.
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