What’s a young man supposed to do? The Legion threatened war today as the newly-formed Colonial Movement started announcing their own government. Ain’t no higher education in my future and I damn sure don’t plan on being a ditch digger like my daddy was. No sir, I signed on for military service with the Colonials and got a two-thousand credit bonus for doing it. Hell, everyone I know is signing up. I reckon this whole thing might blow over eventually, but it’s looking more like war each day. The hunters sided with the Legion almost immediately, which didn’t hurt my feelings none. I never did have much of a liking for the undead, especially vampires. The husk are with us, at least that’s what the newspapers are saying.
Truth is, I ain’t got a dog in this fight one way or another. My home planet just happens to be on the Colonial side of things and they’re paying a king’s ransom to fight, so that’s what I’m doing. I ship out in three days and they’re gonna train us on Glimmeria. A lot of guys are bitching about it – they say the heat there is ridiculous. Well, this farm boy is about to find out. Until then, two-thousand credits oughta bring me a fair amount of whiskey and skirt. More soon.