Yesterdays sick call was the longest one I ever seened, it lasted until the wee hours of the AM. Most were treated for a scratchie throat, tho one was real sick and I had to work on him for hours. Sorry to say, all the white is gone and there is just a cup full of the rasberry wine left. PJ might want to share some of his grapefruits with some of the fellows in the AM. Nature called early this AM, so I wander off to find me a nice log to rest on until the moment of movement and crap, I looked down next to me and there was my 22 pistol, all along I thought the Sgt. had it. I must have misread the smoke signals. Supplies are getting low, mainly the hard stuff, and you'll know in cyper space a man does not live on bread alone. If I can find my partner, Tanya, we might go out scouting today for more provisions. She has a nose for the good stuff and I'm not bad finding the other stuff that runs an army. Robe is stilling hanging in the cottonwood, it appears that the rain and wind did not get rid of some of the smell, it no longer smells like salted fish or mule wind. It has developed a skunk smell and I can't figure that one out. Cap'n, you didn't get me a pole cat robe, did you? If you'll have noticed, I have tried to hang back of the front action, the reason being is that I'm was born and raised a Quacker and fighting is not our cup of tea. But, if push comes to shove, I will have to do my part. What that is, I will not know until it happens. Sorry Cap'n, I hope you don't feel like I have let you down, same goes for you other warriors and supporting cast. Anybody seen Tanya, if you do, tell her to get back to the supply cart, ASAP.