“Si vis ludum, para bellum.”
The vapor condensing on the cold morning was the only sign of my presence on the edge of the forest. I hoped. Patiently, I reckoned the isolated building through my binoculars. For the umpteenth time. Hoping that maybe the odds would have improved by mere accumulation. Which, needless to say, was not the case. I could feel the tension in each and every one of my stiff muscles and their sharply silent whine, showing their disapproval for a restless sleep marked by the anticipation. The objective would be soon revealed and, with it, paths opened for 48 hours to fulfill my mission. I must stand ready to adapt myself, to improvise, to overcome.
To win.
This battle’s outcome, in the skin of each and every one of the brave souls that boldly address the insurmountable odds ahead. I salute you!
Guys, I’m Going In. I wish you all luck and inspiration.
End of Transmission.