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[color=silver]December 30th, Frontline dugouts

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It wasn't a secret that some of his superiors clearly had something against Emmerich and he knew that very well. Wandering from trench to trench in mostly pointless assignments happened a few times to him already and this time it didn't seem to be different. It's been some time since he had arrived on the frontline dugouts, ordered to 'standby until further orders' but no one had called him yet nor he received any order. Still, there was nothing he could do... Life as a soldier was already miserable enough. One or two more inconveniences wouldn't change much to him. 

Letting out a short, muttered curse in his mother language, the imperial language, Emmerich sighed before leaning against one of walls. While the trench wasn't exactly busy as it was in some days, it wasn't empty as well, with the few soldiers going on their own business. Some did as him, simply waiting, others found it better to do some physical exercise to distract the mind, like the red haired man walking through the trench, yet there were some others who found better ways to fight off the boredom and make the time pass like the two soldiers, a man and a woman, a few meters to his right, who were talking with each other before a second woman arrived, asking if she could join them. Without anything better to do, Emmerich ended up observing the exchange between the group. Even among the other soldiers, the blonde woman clearly stood out against the rest of the soldiers, due to the bright smile she wore while walking towards the other two, Lucia and Jean, as she called them. 

After observing the group for a few seconds though, Emmerich simply sighed, turning his head and getting back to his own business, taking a small book from his pocket and opening it on the marked page. Truth be told, the fact that the small book of short classics from the Imperial literature remained intact despite everything that he had gone through was nothing short of a miracle. Other than the few blood splatters on the cover, thanks to the grenade that almost killed him when he still fought for the empire, the book was remarkably well kept, with most of the pages still intact, with no rip or tear in sight, albeit a bit yellow due to the passage of time.