It's been a crazy week! Starting the week taking the failed missions over at the Robotics Factory a little too much to heart, and then getting stuck in a damn trench for 3 days.

There were three of us in that trench, and only a few hours ago were we able to plan out the route to the nearest way point or drop ship.
Two of my comrades died waiting out the bombardment. One tried to make a run for it, but ran straight into a mortar. Another was crawling slowly across the ground when he crawled right onto a mine. It was heart wrenching to see them die, so close, but we couldn't help them. My nerves feel raw. We've been both horribly bored, and horribly frightened. It seemed to alternate between the two for three days.

I've been through medical, and been cleared to go back to duty once I've had two more days off. The shrink says we all have PTS, but that's pretty much par for the course now. Everyone shows some sort of symptoms. There is no place to go though. If you crack here, you die. There is nothing else we can do, nowhere else we can go. This is what it is to be alive. This constant struggle. Suicide rates are high, as you can expect. Morale is low.. people are talking about trying to find something called a "Hellgate". I'm hoping it's just crazy talk, because I'd be sad to lose my friends.