The war proceeds apace.
Things are going well. The Federation has reclaimed twelve systems... thirteen?, from the occupation of the Provists. It is such an abrupt turn of events, I can hardly keep track.
The enthusiasm within the Federal Defense Union is at an all time high, and we have the momentum needed to continue reclaiming our space; if we can keep people doing what's needed. And that, quite frankly, threatens to throw me into a state of despair. If it's one thing I've come to realize, is that keeping podders focused on a goal and willing to put in the effort takes one of two things: A sense of dedication and purpose, or knowledge that there is something in it for them. The first of the two is in desperate short supply, and as for the second..... well, the Federation doesn't seem all that interested in putting up the resources required to meet the expectations of the gods in pods.
[heavy sigh]
Strix continues to show it's resolve and dedication everyday. The men and women of Talon Wing go out and fulfill their duty to the Federation with a fervor that makes me prouder than I can articulate.
Then I look at our fellows in the FDU. Don't get me wrong, I'm appreciative of the effort they put in.... when they decide to put in said effort. So many of them are perfectly content to run around after enemy ships, chasing CONCORD registered kill notifications like rutting dogs. They don't give two shits about the men, women, and children living on the planets under Caldari occupation. They're so involved in the issues of their own apparent immortality, they have completely forgotten the reason they joined the Defense Union in the first place. Or maybe they never had reasons beyond their hormonal bloodlust to begin with.
Regardless, everyday I'm waking up feeling more and more exhausted. I think I need a vacation.
Friday, December 18, 2009
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