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Diary of a Soldier

 It was my turn to take the evening watch at headquarters. Friday was never a good time, the hordes of the enemy would practically inundate us. Lining up to partake of our Nanite laced Buffalo Wings. It had been a hard week at the front, pulling double duty a few days before and suffering from a slight wound from hot grease shrapnel I was starting to question my place in the cause.

 Sometimes you lose yourself in the hordes of the enemy and lose direction. That was me, I had forgotten what it was we were fighting for. Lost in the drudgery of day to day fighting, I lost sight of our all-important goal. Serving rounds of beer and orders of Buffalo Wings watching the enemy slowly and un-knowingly converted into the fold and always with a smile on their face while I am down in the trenches slowly erodes my resolve.

 Thankfully, every once in awhile a day comes along that reminds you of the greater good. Today was such a day. I was not looking forward to going on duty, the usual enemy was filling up the headquarters along with new reinforcements shoring up their line. With a sense of dread I donned my uniform. Taking my station I assumed my tried and true demeanor as discussed in the "Buffalo Wing World Domination" field guide. I then went about in my usual way serving and infecting the enemy, but in a disconnected sort of way.

 I was about half way through my appointed shift when a group entered with several small children. I took small notice at first as I served them our latest batch of the secret sauce. But as they ate a small girl kept following me with her big round eyes. When I would try to return her gaze she would quickly look away. As this went on I could not help but to cheer up. When I returned to the table to check on the rate of infection, the little girl hugged me around the legs and thanked me for my diligent service. It was then that it dawned on me again that here was the very reason I had joined BWWD, To ensure the future happiness and well being of the children, To provide them with the utopia that we all have dreamed of.

 Now I hold my chin high once again and if ever I lose my way again, I have only to look into the eyes of a child to remind me why I do it all. And why it is so important that we achieve ultimate victory! All hail the Avian Bison!