Written in very cursive script denoting the maturity and education of the author.
I’m getting a little bit nervous about my wife right now. I’ve sent several letters to her through our usual channels and I’ve not heard anything from her. I talked to Kal and he seems to think that his Mother is probably closer to reaching her goal of getting to Panderia than I might even realize. Of course, I’m worried about her – there are so many damned things that can happen to a person going through Uldum, maybe even Twilight Highlands – I just don’t know where she is. I guess that I am worrying needlessly, however, she may be a Sentinel in with a group of Sentinels – she’s still my wife and I don’t want anything to happen to her.
I know that I have been preoccupied with my personal life and I know that my temper has been shorter than usual with some of the people around me. I just told Dawnglory to go to the Jade Temple by himself, however, I’m second guessing my decision on that and may just go down there anyway. I know where he likes to hang out and that’s where I’ll find him. Besides, it’s time I did up some of my own laundry too – things are getting to be scarce because I’ve been procrastinating.
I did have to apologize to Dawnglory about my hysterical laughter in regard to his munitions incident with his outhouse. If he only knew how funny he looked lying there on the ground with that broken door lying on his back, covered with excrement. I don’t think that it would have been nearly as funny if I hadn’t witnessed the debacle to begin with. It’s not nice to laugh at your best friend when he is flying through the air and landing in the middle of the yard of his farm, except it looked like something that you’d see at the Faire with a mishap with that canon ride. I still chuckle every time I see him outside on his farm, although, I try not to let him notice it even if I am smiling.
Well, well, well. Seems my group is now being sent up to Kun-lai. That will definitely be a different kind of fighting than some of the men have grown accustomed too. It will be different than the jungle fighting that some of the men have been trained for. There will be more open spaces which means that when we send scouting parties and patrols out, they will be much smaller than what I’ve used here in the jungles of the south. I know that I will dispatch a group with Dawnglory at the beginning of next week to do the recon. Oh, this will be a pleasant change and one that will feel more like some of the fighting that we had to do in the Southern Barrens.
We will still be covering a large area of where we are now with fewer men, which will mean that there will be issues with that. Oh well, it’s what we have to do in order to make the Alliance think that our forces are still very much in the south. Hopefully, we’ll get more reinforcements to cover our tracks while the main forces start moving north.
I’m sure that there will be more losses and more letters to write to the grieving families in Silvermoon. This is all a part of war, however, it doesn’t make me enjoy it any better than I have any of my other assignments. This also means less frequent trips to the farm because of the distance involved.
I know that some of the men that we have brought back from deserting prior will probably try to take another hiatus and I will be forced to make examples of some of them before they are sent back to Orgrimmar for the Warchief’s Justice to be meted out. It’s not like I haven’t done this sort of thing before, however, that still doesn’t make it a pleasant task. A thief can be punished by cutting off a hand, a Ranger, well, an eye and hamstringing usually sets the temperament of betrayal to fall behind. None of these things have been done in my command yet on this battlefield, I have done it in the past and it always makes me physically ill.
There are things that you try to bury deep in your mind and you never talk about them when the war is over. War isn’t some romantic thing of bugles, cheering crowds and glory. It’s dirty, it’s everything evil that comes out in the worst kind of way for any sentient being – no matter the race or faction. I’m sure that the Alliance have their own way of punishing people for desertion. I know what the Sentinels do from what Amyn has told me -it’s a much faster death than what we do.
Amyn is very much on my mind as I think about all of the things that are going to be happening in the next few days. I’m filled with worry and yet some anticipation that she will be in Panderia before much longer. My heart is weary with the loneliness and concern that I have for her right now. How could I explain to the boys if anything were to happen to their Mother? I worry about Kal too, he disappears for days at a time now and I wonder where his forces are moving and if he is getting into more danger. I haven’t seen the girl out in the market for a couple of days now and that makes me think that the Sentinels are making some moves too.
I did put in for another leave, however, under the circumstances that I was unaware of at the time that I requested it, was denied indefinitely. I can eke out a day or two here and there, however, I can’t get enough time to go to Shattrath or Nagrand unless I travel as quickly as possible, spend a few minutes there and travel back just as quickly. Besides there isn’t anyone there other than my sisters from time to time. I can always make a quick trip to Orgrimmar and carry diplomatic pouches with me and combine it as business and pleasure by stopping by the office to see how things are going.
I suppose that I’ll have to find a doppelganger look-a-like to take over once we start the troop movements at a higher pace. I have to kind of smile because he will be the one going to the farm every day or two for a while and trying to act like me. It wouldn’t do for someone from the Alliance to notice my absence from the area too quickly. Dawnglory is so erratic with his movements that I doubt that anyone would really notice that his habits have changed all that much. The man should have been a Night Elf with the way that he does a lot of his farming in the dark pre-dawn hours sometimes.
I hope that the Light and Elune are keeping a watchful eye over my loved ones. I wish that I could be with them to make sure that everything is being taken care of properly. I hope that my darling wife is being guided safely wherever she is and that she won’t go out taking chances like she used too when we were both a lot younger. I also wish that I could take the time to try to find her, somehow.