Well, I survived the year. We’ve lasted longer than I expected, but at the cost of how many lives?
I’ve been seeing pony patients all day. Fortunately, they’ve all been rather minor injuries: light gashes and shallow shrapnel from flying debris. The worst of it was the town potter, Argile, who had serious burns on his hoof due to mishandling a Molotrot Cocktail. He was apparently making some using his own jars and some fuel siphoned from a supply truck and giving them to pegusi to drop on the heads of the Changelings. He had spilled some fuel on his hoof and when passing a cocktail to a member of the weather team, a static spark ignited it. Fortunately it was doused immediately, but the damage was done. All the hair of his terracotta coat around his right fetlock was burned off and left angry red blistering skin behind. A nasty 2nd degree burn, worse than the ones Miriam had. I was surprised that they sent him my way with a burn like that, but by the way Argile is acting, he probably downplayed the severity of his injuries. I guess if he is used to working with a kiln, he knows how to handle burns. Still, even with him leaving here with his hoof in a brace and sling and me warning him to take it easy, I imagine he’ll get right back to work making firebombs.
What does it say when ponies, civilians, are injuring themselves in the slim chance they can make a difference? This isn’t Harmony, this isn’t the Equestrian way. Though I guess if the Changeling conquer us, we’ll be at the risk of losing Harmony anyways. Is it better to die with anger in your heart, or to hide and keep your own spark of Harmony alive?
Sweet Celestia, I sound like a philosopher. Have many other ponies have had these thoughts? I should just focus on my job. Then again, focusing on my job is what got me here in the first place.
It looks like I’m going to be busy until this is all over with.