25/02/2019
"I dreamt about rain" he said. "Yeah, don't look at me like that. On this friggin' desert was hotter an on the metal roof at the sunny day middle of august. And at the second day air conditioning broke up in our APC. Friggin' piece of s**t. Sorry for language" he lit a ciggarette with his strangely short and deformed claws.
"Yeah, and at the day four of our mission friggin' cooler at the APC broke up. It was a special carrier, designed for operating in the hot, so just imagine the weather... I felt like on some damned frying pan. We left our APC and marched towards radio signal. We thought that could be some village or even one of our bases. After three or four days of marching we saw some ruins. It seems to be abandoned but in the middle of ruins stood well. You don't know how thirsty can cat be on a friggin' desert. We ran towards it dreaming of single sip of cool water." He became to shake. I saw tears in his blind eyes. I was afraid that he won't talk, but after several minutes he continued.
"Then, they showed up. Friggin' dogs. They hold some antennas. Microwave guns. At the moment I felt smell of a burned fur. I heard screams of my friends from squad. They were melting. I passed out. I woke up in the evac chopper. Only me. Medics one week later told me, that I was screaming all the way to base. Some says, that cats have nine lives. I think, that I lost eight of them then. But I wish I lost all nine. Now I'm some friggin' half-burned crisp. A friggin' weirdo."
