I was 14, just a little older than Nedhelas. But I knew Uncle Y'ffre needed me, so I lied and signed up. We had beat the Khajjys in Xylo, and they shipped me to the Tenmar theater. A Mane torpedo sent our troop ship to the bottom. I could only save three of my buddies: Fatty, Stinky, and Marbruk. They were kind of like you fellas, only one of them was from Marbruk. Out of the sun levitated a Mane Dagi and put fitty arrows in my back. The blood attracted slaughterfishes. I had to give 'em Fatty. Then things took a turn for the worse. I made it to an island, but it was full of Manes! They were spitting on the Valenwood flag! So I rushed 'em, but it was a trap. They opened fire and blew my shins off. Last thing I remember, I beat 'em all to death with a big piece of Fatty. I woke up in a field hospital, and they were sewing my feet to my knees.
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