It's quiet when I get up, this morning. Almost an hour early - it's still dark outside, but I have no trouble waking up. Had trouble sleeping, but that's another issue. The bed here is more comfortable than the one in prison. It doesn't feel right.
The clouds are starting to get light, outside.
I get the feeling that today will be hard. I don't know what this new 'job' is going to be. 'Government employ' covers so many different categories.
{The previous sentence is followed by an ink blot. Possibly from resting the tip of the pen against the paper.}
Goddamnit. I know it's trite, I know it's been said again and again, but -
I still can't believe that we lost.
During that war, everything depended on victory, and there was a certainty, this underlying shared assumption that everything would be ruined if we lost.
What the hell happened out there?
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