Dear Brother,

I write to you under what feels like a foreign sky. The people of this city hate us. It’s only at night, when I close my eyes, that I can think at all.

Our methods of resisting the population seem cruel, though they’re our only means of surviving another day, if everything were to break. I fear what might happen if we push these people too far. Our armor and will can only protect us for so long.

Sometimes I feel sympathy for them, watching a family struggle, but I lose it all when I see them resisting us like all the others. Don’t they have anything better to do?

My comrades say it’s all the same, but with each day it feels like it gets worse.

So, don’t tell Mother I’m in Trennen; it would break her heart.

E/Ea — Enlisted, Enforcer Assistant

E/E — Enlisted, Enforcer

E/Es — Enlisted, Enforcer Senior

E/Et — Enlisted, Enforcer Tactical

—Commander Ranks—

E/O — Enlisted, Overseer

E/Ocs — Enlisted, Overseer Command Specialist

E/Ocac — Enlisted, Overseer Combined Arms Commander

E/D — Enlisted, Director

—Specialized Ranks—

E/P — Enlisted, Pilot

E/T — Enlisted, Technical

I’m back, I’ll try and not disappear for a month again.

(Couldn’t find artist. Pretty sure it’s from picrew.)