I wish I could have written this report yesterday but my unit was out on a long range reconnaissance patrol, attempting to locate any further buckthorn staging grounds in Newport State Park. The invaders are very crafty and look similar to a local species which can only be distinguished from the hated enemy by its reddish bark. This is a source of consternation for me as my colorblindness hinders my attempts to root out and destroy the vile buckthorn. I have my teammates verify all of my potential targets. It's the only way to be sure.
Having identified a range of deadly targets, my team and I were dismayed to find out that we must return to Saturday's field of battle. The word in the barracks says that our defeated enemy was able to summon reinforcements. The schedule is grueling and the fight is epic and yet, I weary of the struggle. I wish to be home and warm and fed. The fight is not over and will not be over before I am called away from this theater.
We march in twenty minutes.