War

The instructors at the academy encouraged us to keep journals on this mission. I do not see the point of this exercise.
 
We emerged from the wormhole into a battle. My comrades did most of the fighting, but I caught a goblin out of space. The captain announced we were at war and then Anais threw up. Stinky ate it. I tried to comfort her, but I doubt my efforts were useful.
 
I do not want to be at war, but I supposed it is too late to try and find another career path.
 
Fislyn hit me with a rope. I do not think he likes me. This is fine. I do not like him either. Too many of these elves are stuck up and Fislyn is a terrible prankster. I will have to ask Stinky to poop in his boots again.
 
I am glad I have Stinky. He is a good friend.
 
Is this enough journal to satisfy the instructors? I do not know. But I am done writing.