August 18th, 2033
I’ve spent the better part of the last two days roaming north along the interstate between Santa Clarita and the Grapevine Interchange looking for a spot to launch an attack, and I believe I’ve finally found one. Just north of Gorman, where the road rises one last time before descending the grade, the Threak have set up a checkpoint at which all of their vehicles are required to stop for inspection, – creating a long line of inviting targets that I’d be a fool to pass up.
Come sundown, I’ll scout the best way in, and more importantly, the best way out.
I believe it was General George S. Patton who once said, “the trick of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other poor bastard die for his.”
I couldn’t agree more.