Angel Grove Net

Everyone here complains so much. If you haven't almost died more than once, it's not really that bad.

Me own life 'asn't been so great but you don't 'ear me complaining.

Christmas is a hard one, but the day after poses difficulties too. In 1914, I was ordered to break a truce, and to force my men to kill men they had only just come to see the humanity in. I had no choices otherwise; it is a soldier’s lot to get on with what needs doing, and an officer’s to rise above his men, and to be the example that they need, and I bear no real cosmic guilt for it, but the memory of being seventeen and hating myself while my boys just grimly nodded, boys I once promised myself I would protect remains the same.

Perhaps we shouldn’t be so quick advancing unnecessary wars, especially at the behest of those with too much cowardice to put on the uniform and fight themselves. Perhaps we shouldn’t send out children who are as likely to play football as they are to shoot and shell each other. When the cause is righteous, Henry at Agincourt, something like that, it changes, but are most actions of the war machine? I hardly think so, I fear.

Bloody hell, you'd think people had never had bad dreams before, Merlin's beard.

Right, I've been through this walking hell before, but it's never gotten easier. I didn't expect that it was ever going to fade away, but damned if I didn't want to forget about it anyway. Dashed if I haven't TRIED,and only got the stutter I turned up with when they pulled me from the front as a result.

Anyone have ideas for getting rid of that again? I'm not going through the treatment again if that can possibly be avoided, thanks.

Is there such a thing as throwing yourself too much into your work? Especially if it's all for the betterment of mankind?

It simply... works for me now. This world needs people like me. People who can help heal...

Great! The whole town is swarming with demons and there's not a single slayer or watcher to be seen!

Where am I? What about the kids? Who's going to take care of the kids?

I've spent the last few days accidentally reminded of the world I left behind me, even long before I left my actual world. Do you know, it was 1918 when I last spent time in England, let alone in Oxfordshire? I've grown a bit curious as to how the place has changed over the years, especially Cropredy, and home.

Would it be completely mad to try paying a visit? Will what I knew have been too greatly changed? Tell me, those of you here who've managed to see your 'homes' and find them in completely different lights, does it seem worth the bother, in the end?

What the fuck is this shit?

Who in the Hell decided it was fun to let off fireworks in the middle of bloody nowhere? Is this some holiday I wasn't made aware of, then? Set off firecrackers and rockets because you think it's funny day?

Warn a man the next time, will you?

But...Jo? Madame Fatima, High Priestess Of The Beyond, Madame Pearl?

Where has everyone gotten off to? Or, perhaps, the better question is where I have gotten myself off to. This IS still the American South, at least?