234.A weary warriorI warily weaved my way along the path of the watercourse. I had to remember that I was a warrior.My first duty was to fight the enemy. Like many warriors, I was brave.But unlike many, I possessed a wary attitude.Some thought bravery meant acting as if their life was not precious.I didn't buy into that. My life was precious.It was also warrantable, and whatever warranty I had expired long ago.This didn't mean I wavered in my duty.Unlike cowards, I don't turn to wax just because I'm a bit weary.Weariness is just another fact of battle, another fact of life, really.The weaver of this grand scheme we call life put us in our situation for a reason.Right now, I had to figure out how best to cope with being hunted down by a superior force of men.I had tons of places to hide. The water was wavy, and if I dove in,the enemy wouldn't be so willing to jump in after me.This wasn't the navy chasing me, and they weren't waterproof individuals.They wouldn't be so willing to look through tons of trash, either.An abandoned waste disposal plant was ahead of me.I thought briefly of hiding in the tall weeds of the waxy textured grass.That was too obvious a place, however, and besides,
