The new enemy......

The death toll is mounting here and there is no end in sight. A new type of enemy has shown its face in these parts, and they seem to be sprouting up from everywhere. We've taken all measures within our power to stop the constant onslaught, but they fight in droves, and they fight with a courage that I have not seen on my previous tour, and till thus far.
Roberts has 17 confirmed kills, Veilleux has 7, and Hryniw has only one. I have yet to positively kill the enemy, however I have kicked him when hes down. Stink finished the job. I'm not sure how the sections making out, but its deadly busy in this AOR.
The cold hasn't seemed to inhibit their movement, and they seem to appear out of nowhere...Holes in the groud, sprouting from walls, and only during the hours of 0000-0500. During the day you will never see the enemys face. They disgust me, but I cannot find it in my heart to destroy a living being. When the time comes I will do what I have to do.
The threat is damning. They strike with precision, and they know, in one way or another when our forces are most vulnerable. The holiday season has seemed to spark a fire that water cannot put out. We have run out of options. Its do or die here, and the supply chain has abandoned us. We ask for new weapons to destroy the enemy, we ask for options. Task force has turned its face to its battle group and I fear soon we will be overrun. The limited supplys and weaponry we're using is rusty, loosely held together, and insome cases is held together by string, gun tape, or other such fasteners. We are using weaponry from as far as I can remeber.. Relics of sorts...
Our main concern is an obvious one. The food supply is what we aim to protect. Resupply is making it to our lines, however the enemy has gripped us with a fear of germs and disease. No warehouse, storage facility, bunker, is protected by the incessant, putrid disease these insurgents bring to the table. I am lost, and I have reached my breaking point.
I have commissioned the building of an electric chair with spare wood and batteries in our platoon house . The only lesson, if any lesson these vermin will learn is one that will be taught with an iron fist. The build begins tomorrow, and if we catch the enemy alive we are gonna strap him in, and fry brains. We have felines that we feed the enemy to if the body count is too high. They have been getting fat. I regret that it has come to this, but frankly I am tired of opening bags of peanuts with holes in the bottoms. I am tired of the constant gnawing of cardboard and pplastic during the nighttime hours. I have lost my patience with these mice and my breaking point is upon me. What else might you think I was blogging about here?