MoD Release: WARGAMES!!!!! Day 697
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Donovan Thomas
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WARGAMES are on!!!!!
Fight HERE
Move to Northeast of Ireland Q5 Hospital there.
Stop fighting when you reach 50-60 wellness
When you are between 50 and 60 wellness, go to Northeast of Ireland page and click the heal button. You will only be able to heal after you have fought at least once. If you fight down to 30 wellness then you are in big trouble and a personal slap from me !
If you are lower than 50 wellness already, fight only once
Fight once, then use the hospital. The next day you will have the high wellness you need to fight.
Follow this routine every day:
Train > Fight down to 50-60 wellness > Use hospital > Work
MEMORIZE THIS
FIGHT SMART
FIGHT HARD
TAKE CARE OF YOUR MATES
NEVER SURRENDER
Not in the IDF yet?
ENLIST HERE
V/R
Colonel Donovan Thomas
Minister of Defence
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Comments
FIGHT BRUTES!
Yip Yaw! Fighting time!!!!!!!!
RRRROOOAAARRR, Fit!
*polishes bowie knife*
Here you go Neil, now go stick it a Lat!
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I prefer a Ghurka myself...
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Yaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrr!!!!!!
It's funny you should pick that picture, I was just, uh, looking at it last night. 😉
Aragorn! Rrroooooooarrr!
ohtacar-alcarinqua sinaurë
The War Horse
BY EAVAN BOLAND
This dry night, nothing unusual
About the clip, clop, casual
Iron of his shoes as he stamps death
Like a mint on the innocent coinage of earth.
I lift the window, watch the ambling feather
Of hock and fetlock, loosed from its daily tether
In the tinker camp on the Enniskerry Road,
Pass, his breath hissing, his snuffling head
Down. He is gone. No great harm is done.
Only a leaf of our laurel hedge is torn—
Of distant interest like a maimed limb,
Only a rose which now will never climb
The stone of our house, expendable, a mere
Line of defence against him, a volunteer
You might say, only a crocus, its bulbous head
Blown from growth, one of the screamless dead.
But we, we are safe, our unformed fear
Of fierce commitment gone; why should we care
If a rose, a hedge, a crocus are uprooted
Like corpses, remote, crushed, mutilated?
He stumbles on like a rumour of war, huge
Threatening. Neighbours use the subterfuge
Of curtains. He stumbles down our short street
Thankfully passing us. I pause, wait,
Then to breathe relief lean on the sill
And for a second only my blood is still
With atavism. That rose he smashed frays
Ribboned across our hedge, recalling days
Of burned countryside, illicit brai😛
A cause ruined before, a world betrayed.
♥ ♥ ♥
*applause*