A Soldier's Diary
Dear Diary,
I got an A in my Finals Test. I'm glad i qualified for want I want to do. That thing, is become an Engineer in the Military. My father suggests I fight, like him. I'm not so sure I want to. I can't see myself being happy, looking into another mans eyes and shooting him. Taking his life, his memories and everything that happened to him. My father is tough though, Mother says he doesn't have feelings. However, I saw him cry when Grandpa passed away. It broke his heart, to lose his father, my grandfather just a month after grandmother. I'll never forget peeking through the crack in the curtains, seeing him with a box of tissues. Crying.
Goodbye for now Diary.
Dear Diary,
Today was the most exhausting day of my life. I signed up for the Military however they had no places available for the Engineer Section. Instead, they offered me a place in a Soldier Position. I'd be stationed in Iraq, with my father. Then we'd go to Dubai and after that, Turkey. It took me a while to make my decision but I eventually grasped it. I decided to take the place but i'm on standby for any missing Engineers, so if they get killed or quit. I'll be redirected to their position. Which sounds good enough for me but training is going to be horrific
Goodbye for now, Diary.
Dear Diary,
Training Day One is over. I'm glad I got through it. It was extreamaly hard though. I still have a horrible pain in my muscles in my legs, shoulders, arms, core and even my neck. We had to climb a rope in under 30 seconds that was 20 feet high. If we didn't reach the time limit, we'd have to wait 2 minutes and do it again. Until we did it. It took me 8 trys. My hands had blisters on them, my feet felt swollen and i'd skinned myself.This is going to be tough as there is 4 weeks left to do training, and we train every other day.
Goodbye for now, Diary.
Dear Johns Diary,
Today. We lost him. John was killed, in front of my eyes. I've never felt such heartbreak, i didn't know he saw me crying till i looked at his diary. I found this diary when I was taking off his armour to find the open wound. The last word he wrote was Diary. I feel guilty. His girlfriend broke up with him just before he joined, he never wrote it down though. I actually didn't even know he had a diary, but that's besides the point. I won't forget him. I killed the man who shot him, one bullet. Took my sons life, memories and all that happened him. He's now in a better, safer place and I believe he's looking down on me and his mother now. And his son, Jared.
Goodbye forever, Johns Diary ....
