Today, there was no fighting going on, so me and my unit decided to throw a party. I figured I’d go since I am, after all, fighting for these kinds of celebrations. That’s a lie. The real reason I went to that party was to calm down. I just got a letter from my dad. It was a response to the one I had sent in early May, but not the kind of letter I wanted to read. It said my mother had died. It was of a stroke that was in her family’s DNA for generations. It is usually passed down to the males but occasionally to females. I wish Dad had told me sooner! I wouldn’t have joined the army if I had that problem. I hope Jim and Bill don’t find out. They shouldn’t know that I could drop dead at any time during the fight. I wish I could be there for the funeral, but the war takes priority, over everything.
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An Account of My Days
Short StoryYou discover a journal lying on the ground all by itself in the middle of the woods. It seems to be in fairly good condition. With a great deal of curiosity, you open the cover and turn to the first page...
