as the midnight hour roled by the computations wher yet to be made in my final stand agenst the tyranical imperialism that i've so strongly alied myself in the past. and soon i realized, that it is all predestend, that if i wher to lose or win it wouldn't be by something i could change.
as the battle was to be faught at 7:45 in the morning, and it was but 3am when i had finished convercing with mycomrads, sleep found me well, but waking found me porely. Tho my performance on that last grate battle of the FW was unmatched, the computations of prior that wher given up as predestend now make it impocible to know of general Grant will be around in about 3 months.
i had an egg and bacon sandwich for brakefast.