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Nallore"Well, what are the odds?" Milena smiled, turning to Helga as she adjusted her bag on her right shoulder, which was understandably growing heavier by the minute. It had been a rather long day, and Milena was ready for a nice, warm supper. "I'll see you in the room."
With a quick wave, Milena made her way towards the dormitories. She passed a few soldiers, some who like her were simply trying to get some rest. She was the first to reach their room, and she picked the bed opposite the door against the wall. Milena sat down on the bed while she dropped her gear on the floor, leaning it against the frame as she looked around for a moment to get used to her new living quarters. With each new post she was assigned, she grew a bit more saddened by the fact that she didn't have a home with a family to return to. She missed her dad, terribly, but unfortunately, he had been living in her memories for some time now, and the disheartening thought that she'd never see him again wasn't getting easier over time. "I can fight for you, father," Milena whispered to herself, hoping to find some small comfort derived from her own simple words. "I can fight for you, and mother..." She smiled as a single tear fell across her cheek. "That's what I can do for you both."
Before she ran the chance of being viewed as the weak one, Milena wiped her face dry as she took off her boots. The bed wasn't as uncomfortable as one would image, and she pushed herself against the wall, crossing her legs in front of her to make herself comfortable. Looking down at the bowl of soup, Milena hoped that it would be reminiscent of the home-cooked meals she used to enjoy just not too long ago. Much to her surprise, when she took the first spoonful, she found the taste to be quiet pleasant. Milena picked at one of the vegetables to get something solid in her stomach beside the broth. She ate the remainder of her food in silence, the shuffling feet outside an indicator that the others were slowly making their way to their rooms as well, a small reminder that she was not alone. And by that, she didn't mean alone in a conventional sense, but rather, each one of those soldiers out there had their own personal struggles too. Each one of them had their own demons to battle and accepting that was one way to get through what lay ahead of them...or so that's what she thought.
With a quick wave, Milena made her way towards the dormitories. She passed a few soldiers, some who like her were simply trying to get some rest. She was the first to reach their room, and she picked the bed opposite the door against the wall. Milena sat down on the bed while she dropped her gear on the floor, leaning it against the frame as she looked around for a moment to get used to her new living quarters. With each new post she was assigned, she grew a bit more saddened by the fact that she didn't have a home with a family to return to. She missed her dad, terribly, but unfortunately, he had been living in her memories for some time now, and the disheartening thought that she'd never see him again wasn't getting easier over time. "I can fight for you, father," Milena whispered to herself, hoping to find some small comfort derived from her own simple words. "I can fight for you, and mother..." She smiled as a single tear fell across her cheek. "That's what I can do for you both."
Before she ran the chance of being viewed as the weak one, Milena wiped her face dry as she took off her boots. The bed wasn't as uncomfortable as one would image, and she pushed herself against the wall, crossing her legs in front of her to make herself comfortable. Looking down at the bowl of soup, Milena hoped that it would be reminiscent of the home-cooked meals she used to enjoy just not too long ago. Much to her surprise, when she took the first spoonful, she found the taste to be quiet pleasant. Milena picked at one of the vegetables to get something solid in her stomach beside the broth. She ate the remainder of her food in silence, the shuffling feet outside an indicator that the others were slowly making their way to their rooms as well, a small reminder that she was not alone. And by that, she didn't mean alone in a conventional sense, but rather, each one of those soldiers out there had their own personal struggles too. Each one of them had their own demons to battle and accepting that was one way to get through what lay ahead of them...or so that's what she thought.
