[ WP ] Two groups of time travelers , each on opposite sides of a war , fight each other in secret by saving or trying to assassinate important historical figures while sabotaging their competition .

Journal Entry: 
 
 24th December, 2089. 
 
 Tomorrow is Christmas. I miss my beloved family, and I miss you, sweet Anna. 
 
 This war... This war has gone on for too long, with no end in sight. We fight for what? We win a battle, but then lose, making no progress... to no avail. Day in, day out, seeing death and suffering of my friends, my comrades, my brothers. I'm not sure where I am any more, nor where I'm going to be. My comrades dread the forthcoming jump. I do n't blame them, it's the first time many of them have made the jump to the battle of Falegrass, in the summer of'82. They've all heard the stories, and they know that only a few us made it back. Something so tragic, something that was to be a win for the cause... something that turned out to be a bloody massacre of women and children. Innocent people caught in the middle of a war between us... and *them*. Why in the hell do we keep repeating history? Huh. Funny, that term, `` History repeats itself''. Such a waste. 
 
 One of my boys is brand new to the squad. Jim, he's a nice fella. Always has a smile, and something witty to say. But I'm afraid that will change, and soon. Nobody keeps a youthful attitude after their first jump. If you do n't die, or go insane, you come back unsure of who you are or where you're at... Do not worry though, I am fighting my damnedest to keep my sanity. To come home to my family, and you, with my head on straight... not ever to think of this war again. I promise you, after this jump, things will be normal... We'll have won. And I will be home with you in my arms. 
 
 I ca n't speak much of our mission, except that during our last jump we were able to deport an enemy agent that is ranked highly with the enemy. We've learned the location of their next jump... and something else. Their commander is jumping this time. We're not sure why, but honestly, it frightens me to my core. Usually, our commanding officers do not go into the battles, instead constantly jumping from one instance to another, in order to keep hidden in time. Thank God we can only jump back in time... who knows how this war would've been, being able to jump ahead to the future. 
 
 I'm leaving my journal here. If I am to survive, and we win, I will return for it and erase these horrid memories. For I will not need them anymore... My heart and my soul is with you, dearest Anna. Merry Christmas, again. I love you. 
 
 Your Departed Wanderer. 
 
 
 

