Sept 10: I heard something on the news about this guy named Hitler or something raising some cane over in Germany. And on top of that, we have some of our boys over there in the pacific fightin them japs. I guess the ole US of A is headin' out to war on another front. I for one dont much care for the sound of the word "war". It sounds Mean, and hateful. But, when it comes to defending my country, im right there. I enlisted to be in the Army.
Nov 25: Im back to Write after boot camp. Only a couple of weeks it was.. it seemed like years. I miss ma and paw back at the ranch. i sure hope they are okay. i know God is watching over them and me. They told me they would be shipping me off soon. I have no clue when, but i hope its not to soon.
Dec 25: Alot sooner than i thought. im here, in the fields of Germany. Its Winter time over here, and i wonder if its the same back in Kansas. Its 1944, and im wondering how long this war is going to last. Its Christmas day and i want to say happy birthday to my savior, and Merry ChrIstmas to ma and paw back home.
Jan 1, 1945: I hate this war. I hate the word "war". It's nothing but hell over here. I have lost many brothers in this war, and would have died myself if it wasnt for one of them. His name was Jimmy, and he was from Brooklyn. He always used to cheer me up at boot camp and even through the fire fights by telling me stories of hs childhood, and the people back in Brooklyn. Anyways, the Germans had us pinned down in out foxhole. I took a bullet to the shoulder, and was bleeding pretty bad. The Germans started to charge, and Jimmy's last words were: "cover yourself with my body. do it quick too, and they wont know your here. Our boys will take care of them. just yell out for them when they come through. Remember, live your life kid. and thanks for being the brother i always wanted." And about the time i could tell him no, he jumped straight up, and started shouting so they would target him. i watched in horror as the bullets chopped my best friend to pieces.....I had to do what i was told, so i dragged the bloody corpse on top of me.
Jan 2: i will never forget last night. i was the one who had to carry Jimmy's dogtags. and everytime i would reach for a fresh clip for my M1, i saw them, sticking out of my pocket. And i had to give it my all to keep from losing it. We have moved deep into Germany now and i don't know where to start about the horrors ive seen since christmas night. i killed my first nazi on christmas. around a week later, i had to drag my best friends body over me to keep from getting pinned down, and getting killed myself. but today, i have had the pleasure of seeing what the nazis do to these jewish folk in these prison camps.. most of em are like walking skelotons with skin and eyes. then i noticed something strange. All the gaurds we killed had leather wallets. i know that dosnt sound bad, but when i picked one up, it felt very strange.. like skin. it was about that time i noticed it had hair and a tatto on it...i didnt want to be at the camp anymore, but we had to make sure it was clear. and i had the job of checking building A5. i opened the door hesitantly, with my Garand barrel going in first. what i saw, made me vomit all over myself. the tables...were operating tables.. with the prisoners on them...they were solid muscle.. the skin was hung on a rack and streched out. the internals were placed in a bucket, and it looked as it would be fed through a pipe to the next building. when we left, without vomiting again(i have no idea how i didnt) asked Private Charlie what building he checked.(he went in next to mine) He told me it was the mess hall.
