Our losses are growing, and the evil assaulting us from Xhorhas is dauntless. Today I faced death at Nogvurot. Surrounded by three brutes, fighting for my life, and all I could think was never meeting my child, of not growing old with Róisín. I cannot continue this way. I cannot protect my family this way. I need to find another way.
But I am duty bound, and the threat is not defeated. If I do not help the cause, we may be one day overrun. I am going to request a transfer to the medicinal corps where I can still be of service to my brothers.