Entry 3487

The girl he loved forgot him for another she had known and the war he tried to fight, it left him all alone. "Operation Enduring Digitarti," he cried, "is surely doomed to fail! And all who died there for me are left to rot in Hell."

His generals all deserted him, alas too weak to fight while his high command forgot the plan thinking they were right. Or perhaps they never knew it.

There in his white house office sat a lonely broken man weary of the wars no one could understand, leaving the few who believed in him, the proud Neolitarti to wonder if the world was now beyond their grasp.