jchrisobrien | Update from the trenches

I was so tired during the artillery bombardment this morning (or group meeting, as some call it) that I actually started to hallucinate. There were shoes under the table that weren't mine. Words on our meeting paper randomly highlighted themselves in yellow. I saw sheets of bluish paper turning on the desk in front of me, even though there was only one piece of paper there.

Bombardment had ended. Objective is in sight. Gas mask in place. It's about time to go over the top.