Mission Log: May 5th, 2012.
I woke up at 8am, exhausted from the lack of sleep the preceding night. My mission? A hiking trip. Objective? 9 miles. Location? Blue Hills. The terrain? Rocky, mountainous regions with dense forest and occasional caves. My comrades? The Berklee Men’s Christian Fellowship. Code name: Man Group.
We rendezvous in the [location classified], grabbed a hot breakfast and some gallons of water and toilet paper, and then headed out.
We arrived at the Hills around 10am. What stood before us was almost unbelievable. Hundreds upon hundreds of acres of land. Forest, lakes, rivers, and caves. It is hard to believe that all of this exists so close in vicinity to Boston.
Led by Admiral Wade, we entered the wooded area, thus beginning our mission. There are many passages through the Blue Hills. Red Path, Green Path, Skyline. For our objective, it is crucial that we traverse Skyline, marked by Blue.
According to intel gathered in the area, Skyline is considered to be the most dangerous of all the paths. It will be rocky, it will involve much climbing, and there is a very large bear population in the area, but we must make it. We have no choice.
11am. Already my comrades and I are beginning to falter. The terrain is just too steep. We took a brief rest and ate a snack at one of Skyline’s many vantage points.
As difficult as this may be, I feel that we are sufficiently prepared. We have knives. We have rope. We have clothing and food. We have a wooden flute. We are prepared for anything.
James is struggling. We are not sure if he is going to make it. The terrain is just too much for him. He barely made it up The Stairs of Aragorn and down The Wall. He just needs to hold out a while longer. We have almost arrived at our destination.
We have successfully reached our intended destination. We gathered the necessary intel and [adgfdlafjdkljfbal]. Ate lunch. 1 hour rest. Football has been temporarily allowed. Sharing of food items is required for survival.
Our objective is not yet complete. We begin the trek back with high hopes, but tired bodies.
The world is beginning to blur around me. Time passes without my knowledge. The burning pain in my legs is unbearable. We are constantly stopping for breaks, but quickly forced to push onwards. We can not let the enemy catch up with us.
James did not make it. We had to leave him behind. We can not afford any more casualties.
Two of us arrive back at camp, wounded, but alive. Most of the others are still behind. In the meantime, we will refuel and restock on ammo.
The others have arrived. Instead of heading immediately back to HQ as originally planned, we decided on suggestion from one of my comrades to go to [location removed].
My comrades and I enjoyed a well deserved meal.
We attempted an unplanned assault on B Good’s Burgers in an effort to obtain free milkshakes. The enemies greatly outnumbered us and we were forced to retreat.
Back at HQ, we still received milkshakes despite our earlier stupidity. Finally, a chance to relax and chat with my fellow comrades.
All soldiers proceeded to their personal quarters. I need to sleep.
END OF LOG.