Before noon, I could have died three times.
First, a falling tree nearly crushed me. Then Ravuda—an absolute disaster for my rear—nearly got to me, because it’s a bad thing when your own commanding officer wants you dead. And only after that did clever and not-so-kind enemies find themselves in the line of attempts on my life.
If it weren’t for my daughter’s illness, would I even have climbed into this meat grinder?