park that car. drop that phone. sleep on the floor and dream about me.

day 7.

we chased those buggers for all they were worth. finally we were able to trap them in a ravine. i shot one in the leg as he ran. his name was mike. mike ran away from his crew due to the lead in his leg. he ran to a tree and climbed up it, sitting in the 'v' of the branches. i took aim with my pistol and shot the sitting duck right in the side of the neck. by that time, my company had already caught up with the enemy and they were on the way back with the new captives. we all sat around talking, just shooting the breeze, finding out that we didnt want to kill each other and that we actually were friends. i apologized to mike for shooting him. he said it was okay, and he turned away, bleeding profusely. i turned to my fellow warriors and spoke to them of how akward it would be from now on since mike was my physics professor and i had to take a class from him this summer.

i have yet to get a hold of mike. maybe he died from too much blood-loss. he seemed to be fine, despite the slugs in his leg and neck. i've never killed anyone before. this is all too much. i feel terrible. poor dr. mccorcle. i won't be able to do thermodynamics without him.