The Soldiers Journal
'Date: 6/27/13
Oh fuck I'm nervous. I kind of peed my pants a little at the airport, but not enough to see. God that would have been terrible! I think I would have died in embarrassment before I could die on duty. Hehe I wrote duty. How will I be in my platoon? Are we supposed to be nice to each other of cold so if one of us dies we won't feel anything? Shit my plane's here. This will be all for today then. '
'Date:5/28/16
I'm serving my country. I could die, should I be able to die happy? Don't know. I have a bad feeling about this. I don't know what is is but someone will die. I'm glad I never got close to these dicks in the platoon. For more then, what 3 years, I've seen numerous people die on field; happy it wasn't me. Looking back at my first entry I feel stupid. I changed. I was once a naive little boy but now somehow I became cold. When I got the new my mother died I laughed. I just smiled at the thought right now. I will probably be the one dead, eh so be it. I no longer believe in God after the things I've seen. I don't know if it's a good thing. I think I'm okay though. Last entry for today.'
I watched as the girl punched the wall. Her brother died in war. Him and all his members of the platoon died from an explosive placed beneath their truck.
"He can't be dead! No, I won't except it! It's all a lie!" She crumpled to the floor sobbing. The poor girl lost her mother and little brother. Their dad abandoned then and now there is no more family.
A soldier stepped up to her trying to place his hand on her shoulder as a warm gesture but she just swatted it away. She ran out of the room.
Cases like these, you know that the other people will go into depression or commit suicide. This girl choose the latter. It was all over the news the next day.
