COVID-WAR DIARY:
My recruiter never told me about the realities - of course he didn't. He made Wuhan sound like an exotic place. But before you knew it we were hunkered, but thankfully my roommate was a veteran of H1N1 - he saw the trouble coming.
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My recruiter never told me about the realities - of course he didn't. He made Wuhan sound like an exotic place. But before you knew it we were hunkered, but thankfully my roommate was a veteran of H1N1 - he saw the trouble coming.
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Early into the siege the supply line were cut off. We lost Charmin Hill first, then they blocked access to Cottonelle Valley. We heard from Dollar General there could be some needed rations. They were 1-ply, but we took what we could carry
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Early into the siege the supply line were cut off. We lost Charmin Hill first, then they blocked access to Cottonelle Valley. We heard from Dollar General there could be some needed rations. They were 1-ply, but we took what we could carry
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We were isolated by an offensive. One by one access routes were blockaded; beach heads, the forests, even most food supply lines. It soon became apparent this was done to make grocers intentional choke points. We had little choice; Keebler rations were needed
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We were isolated by an offensive. One by one access routes were blockaded; beach heads, the forests, even most food supply lines. It soon became apparent this was done to make grocers intentional choke points. We had little choice; Keebler rations were needed
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Even at the food depots the police state took over. Sentries deployed chemical control and access was under strict control, forcibly disengaged and directing us in one-way patterns, like a Biscotti Death March. We strove to thrive under the despotic rule.
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Even at the food depots the police state took over. Sentries deployed chemical control and access was under strict control, forcibly disengaged and directing us in one-way patterns, like a Biscotti Death March. We strove to thrive under the despotic rule.
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Soon isolation was mandated. Tenuous contact with the outside world was found, seeking refuge in Zoom rooms to share our plight. Streaming only lasted so long, becoming a digital hellscape. To this day hearing two drumbeats brings a chilling Netflix flashback.
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Soon isolation was mandated. Tenuous contact with the outside world was found, seeking refuge in Zoom rooms to share our plight. Streaming only lasted so long, becoming a digital hellscape. To this day hearing two drumbeats brings a chilling Netflix flashback.
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Once we tried to rejoin we meet a society that did not want us. Put off by our unkempt state - unshorn, and untended grooming. We were yelled at, told to go back home, told a desire for normalcy was a threat. We were branded with masks, pariahs in our homeland
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Once we tried to rejoin we meet a society that did not want us. Put off by our unkempt state - unshorn, and untended grooming. We were yelled at, told to go back home, told a desire for normalcy was a threat. We were branded with masks, pariahs in our homeland
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We didn't recognize the land we had been cut off from. Authorities catalogued gatherings, and drones swept the skies for social scofflaws. Those fortunate to loot alcohol depots opened speakeasys, safe-houses for the resistance. We managed to find our own.
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We didn't recognize the land we had been cut off from. Authorities catalogued gatherings, and drones swept the skies for social scofflaws. Those fortunate to loot alcohol depots opened speakeasys, safe-houses for the resistance. We managed to find our own.
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It took time, but normalcy - tattered remains of it - returned. We, the Resistance find ways to recognize each other.
Those with tanned skin; the recognizable squint from peering over N95s; the ease to breech a 6' safe space. Some want us to forget; we never will.
It took time, but normalcy - tattered remains of it - returned. We, the Resistance find ways to recognize each other.
Those with tanned skin; the recognizable squint from peering over N95s; the ease to breech a 6' safe space. Some want us to forget; we never will.
