[ WP ] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years . Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile .

Day 1 
 
 I suppose I should give a little backstory, for any who might read this. Looking at what I'm about to go through and what lead me here, it seems like something people might want to read. 
 
 Well, I'm 1LT Chris Hawkson. Or, rather I was a First Liuetenant in the United States Army. I do n't hold that title or rank anymore. My soldiers mostly just called me'Hawk' and even though it was against regulations, I did n't care. Made me feel closer to them or like they gave a damn about me. Not very common, let me tell you that. 
 
 You see, during the War with the Prussians my platoon was on routine dismounted patrol. We were engaged and we defeated the enemy. Again, all very routine. The Prussians had, for the most part, taken the role of insurgents and we operated much like it was Iraq or Afghanistan 65 years ago. Taking refuge inside what looked like an abandoned warehouse, we found children, injured and elders making armor and weapons. 
 
 But not of the regular sort. These were not rifles and carbines or body armor and Kevlars. No, the stuff they were making seemed more akin to that of the knights and warriors of ancient Rome or 16th century England. We rounded all of the workers up, found one who spoke shitty English and had a talk. 
 
 From what they told us, King Tsaerneav was livid about the execution of his ancestor, Dzohkar, for his part in the Boston Marathon Bombing in 2013. That's apprently why he declared war in the first place. Not this whole'America's imperialism must be stopped' rubbish, but revenge because his great-great-great grandfather's third cousin twice removed was executed because he bombed a fucking city street in broad daylight. What in the holy fuck, indeed. 
 
 Anyways, getting off track, the factory workers had been instructed and taught to make medieval arms and armor of the best quality. Makes no sense, I know. If you've made it this far - do yourself a favor and keep reading. They do n't know how. But apparently the King had a way, or was developing a way, to disable all firearms on the planet and return us to the days of swords, shields and arrows. Personally, I'm quite okay with that. Wish he would have been successful. 
 
 I decided that these people, who had expressed the want to get the hell out of Prussia, should do just that. We walked them back to our M5A6 Bradley's and promptly got the fuck out of there. 
 
 Now, pay attention because this is where my story starts to turn for the worst and brings me to my current predicament. On our way back to the FOB, we again took contact. Slightly outnumbered but having a'fuck it' attitude across the platoon, we engaged and destroyed the enemy. Or, at least we thought they were enemy. 
 
 Really, they were British soldiers who had commandeered Prussian vehicles and mistakingly opened fire on us. Stupid fucks. I learned of that when we pulled into the FOB and General Carmine, the Allied Supreme Commander, was waiting for me.'Oh, shit.' Does n't do that moment justice. 
 
 I saw my Troop commander first, CPT Del Re, and he told me to get my ass over to General Carmine immediately. Running, I got there as soon as possible. 
 
 `` Sir, 1LT Hawkson, reporting as ordered, sir!'' I shouted as I came to a halt and rendered a salute. 
 
 `` What in thee fuck were you thinking, lieutenant?'' He asked, sounding more like the Drill Sergeant he once was than the kind and caring leader he was now known as. 
 
 `` Sir? Do you mean the refugees?'' I questioned, confused as all hell. 
 
 `` Yes. That and the 27 British soldiers you killed today!'' he continued for a few more minutes but I'm not going to write all of that down because of self pity and shame. 
 
 After berating me about the whole killing allied soldiers business, he told me the'refugees', whom I had n't told him were from a secret medieval war factory, were Prussian Royalty. All of them. Including the injured soldiers that were there. Wrap that around your head. I'kidnapped' over 40 Prussian Royals. 
 
 I was given commendations for the'kidnappings' and floggings for the incident with the Brits. I was taken off the line, much to the disdain of myself and my men, and put on a desk far from any fight. 
 
 This kidnapping thing ended up being a huge motivator, as you'd imagine, for the Prussian military and six months later Gen. Carmine was signing a letter of surrender before King Tsaernev himself. One of the terms in that letter, or perhaps two of them, was that those'kidnapped' royals be freed and returned to Prussia and that I, the one who was in charge of their kidnapping, also be turned over to him. 
 
 That led to my trial, where the good King himself was my judge. It did n't help matters that the British, Prussia's one time enemy, were pleading for a harsher sentence. The King apparently thought it just to give me a pack of supplies and send me to a walled off section of forest. For twenty god damned years. He had the wall built just for me, so I've got that going for me.'Important enough for a wall/personal prison.' 
 
 Before I began writing, I did an inventory and this is what they gave me; 
 
 - Rucksack, w/ frame and straps x1 
 - Sleep system, bivy cover inclu. x1 
 - Seasonal gear ( cold and wet weather ) x6 
 - Fire starter kit x1 
 - Hatchet x1 
 - Combat knife x1 
 - Knife sharpener x1 
 - Camebak, with bladder x1 
 - 2L bottle x1 
 - Change of clothes, underwear inclu. x5 
 - Journal, pens and pencils inclu. x1 
 - Pistol, model 1911, caliber.45 x1 
 - Bullets, caliber.45 x250 
 - Magazines, caliber.45 x5 
 - Hunting rifle, scope inclu., caliber.308 x1 
 - Bullets, caliber.308 x250 
 - First aid kit, advanced x1 ( this one confuses the hell out of me. I thought I was sent here to die? ) 
 
 I'm not sure how long I'll last out here or why they gave me so much supplies. I was told this prison of mine is 100 miles by 100 miles. That's a lot of land for one man. I suppose I should get started. This notebook is waterproof so I guess I wo n't have to worry about it being ruined, yay me. 
 
 And I've still got no idea why those damn royals wanted me to take them! Seriously, fuck them. 
 
 Anyway, I guess I should get started. Do n't really wan na stay in this area, where I was dropped off. I do n't know when I'll write in this again, maybe never, but I'll try to remember to. 
 
 -- Chris Hawkson 
 
 
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 This is my first time submitting something in r/WP. I'm not sure if I'll get around to writing his last day in exile or not. Let me know what you think, please. Critcism is welcome. 
 
 Edit - Formatting.
