I’ve decided to start keeping a daily record of my life as a storm trooper in the hopes that someday someone other than myself may find it interesting. Here goes my first entry ….
It’s 0600 Galactic Standard Time. It doesn’t matter that I’m stationed on this crappy little dust-covered planet, or that there are two suns baking this barren wasteland. I have to get up and report for duty.
Patrolling Tatooine has got to be the worst assignment I’ve ever been given. Especially since I’m stationed in Mos Eisley. Thank goodness there is an air filter built into my helmet. I can’t imagine what this place actually smells like. And I have no desire to find out. I’m sure the heat cooking all these disgusting aliens creates a stench so repulsive it would fry my olfactory receptors. Stupid aliens.
All of this because of two stupid little droids, too. I wonder what the Empire is coming to.
I woke up early this morning just so I could write my first entry. I plan to use this journal to chronicle the more interesting moments of my life. And believe me there are many since I’ve been stationed here. With all the aliens here and all of the thugs working for Jabba the Hutt, plus the Mos Eisley cantina, I’m dealing with a plethora of idiots and thugs on a daily basis.
Well, journal, I’ve finished my caf and it’s time for my shower. I’ll check back with you later to let you know how my day went.
Drun Kenman signing out.