"It's funny…I remember how exited the rest of the colony was when it all started. The air was filled with turbulent adolescents and adults all ready for battle. They thought it was a game…sport. They were wrong. War is hell- Frieda

Day 1: "It finally happened. A declaration of war has been received from the Owls. Not that we're surprised of course. Half of the colonies in the northern region have been itching to retaliate after the owl Imperium flash burned two nursery roosts. I heard from a friend that the elders have placed a draft in effect. I volunteered of course. Troops are streaming in from at least 15 different colonies. It has begun…

Day 13: I've completed the training phase…rudimentary though it was. Simple dog fighting techniques, evasion, formation flying… I'm praying that my instincts will take over in the battle field. We're prepping for immediate departure, five hours to say goodbye to family and friends…not that I had many. My mother and father of course. No one else. I must go…

Day 15-We are currently en route to the forward boundaries of our operating theatre. The front lines so to speak. I now belong to the just christened 'Moonbeam Platoon" 1000 males and females flying together with a few higher ranking officers. It can get pretty loud. I've actually made a few friends, a female named Xena and a male named Xavier. Xena's quiet but strong minded. Xavier's a complete firebrand. Impulsive, rather brutish at times. Frankly I can't understand why almost all of the females are going after him.

My commanding officer said that we'd not probably hit combat until we hit the lines. Xavier says he's ready to fight. We all say it. But weather any of us are ready…that stands to be tested.