[CENTER][h3]Jakou Morvan[/h3]
Dec. 30 - Frontline dugouts[/CENTER]
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So this is where the fields of glory are. This is where he could attain the glory of war that he has heard so much about, in the middle of a trench during the winter and with a not surprising lack of sleep. The dark circles under his eyes showed as he leaned against one of the trench walls. Trying to conserve his energy for when something big happens. Like a raid or an assault by either side. For the most today, it has been quiet. No sign of trouble or enemy bombardment. Which is something he can be glad for now. Nice to get a break from the constants sound of death from above raining down on him. Still, it does not mean he is going to get some much-needed sleep or a nap. Always making sure that he does not fall asleep by accident because the last thing he means or wants is to be caught asleep when something big goes down. Jakou learned that lesson well before he came to Plymouth Lane, back when he was still a part of the 9th. 

Jakou let out a small tired sigh at the thought. That private sure did have the surprise of his life right there. Lucky that he did not die during that Imperial attack, though he did die later. Like most of the 9th, the people he trained with and served with. Dead like so many in this war. Can Jakou even find glory in this war after what he was seen? Some part of him still thinks despite it all. It may not be the glory he was looking for but, it is glory nonetheless. Though he wonders if he will live long enough to taste it. Jakou did survive the death of the 9th, so maybe he can survive this war. 

He took the time to take out his journal and read some of the contents. Even though he knows what is in it, for Jakou, both reading and writing in his journal helped to keep his sanity. Certainly after the loss of the 9th months ago. Someplace where he can just write what he has seen and how he feels. It is a liberating sensation and something he needed during this war. Jakou has enough bottled-up feelings from his upbringing that he is trying to keep contain. He does not need more added to the weight, and after reading a couple of pages, he was content. Putting it away and resumed being a silent statue. 

Then as Jakou started to slowly close his eyes and felt the urge to rest deeply, he indulged before coming to his sense and shaking it off. "No, not yet," Jakou reprimanding himself quietly as he straightened himself out. That is the third time today that he almost fell asleep. Maybe he should move a bit. Perhaps a short walk in the trench would do him some good. So Jakou did a short stretch and cracked his neck by moving it from side to side. "Time to see who else is in this miserable trench." Saying under his breath as he started to walk the dugouts.