Day 1
Gunshots fired, people screaming, I turned on my pillow in pain. Today has been a tough day, I got shot in the leg, and I feel lots of pain. I still have to go to war tomorrow. I still miss my family back home in South carolina. Do they miss me? Do they still remember me? Those thoughts go through my head everyday. Who knows if my baby daughter will still remember me? Or my Wife, what if she moved on from me? I miss them, their daily smile, their loving presence. I miss that, I hold the photo of my baby girl everyday. Crying, but I can't turn back anymore. I shook my head, wiped off the tears and slept.
Day 2
I woke up still in lots of pain. I stood up limping. I grabbed the oats and ate them hiding, worrying if the Germans would try to attack us. Once I had finished eating I went out of the trenches to find all of the Germans pointing their guns at me. I yelled to alarm the other soldiers, they came out, guns fired. That is all I remember because I was knocked out by the guns. I was brought back home to recover and come back next summer to fight. But I didn't want to, the trauma I had there was enough, but to have it for another WHOLE summer was a nightmare. I hugged my wife and my little baby daughter whilst I cried. They wanted me back next summer without a choice. I limped over to my bed still in pain. I screamed as I approached to get on the bunk bed. I felt like I was being stabbed. My wife ran to help me get on the bed. As I got on it I cried, all the people that died in the war were my friends. Justin, Kilven and my best friend Brolyn. They were great buds...
