Fourth of June, 20XX
Captain Logan said I had to take a diary. Don't know why. It's stupid to me. Guess if I die in the war they know what I was thinking? HEY CAPTAIN LOGAN! IF YOU'RE READING THIS, IT MAKES YOU SEEM MORE OF A CREEP THAN YOU ALREADY DO!!! Ha! Take that!
Anyway, I guess I should start with me and what I'm doing. I am Maxim Jo Tari. But call me Max. Wow. SEE CAPTAIN LOGAN! I'M TALKING TO AN INANIMATE OBJECT!!! I am 15. Yes, it is a little young to be drafted for the army. Oh! I'm drafted to the army by the way. Anywho, I have longish blondish brownish hair and a tan. I spend a lot outside. The group I was drafted to is made up completely by boys. Around the same age. I ignore them usually. I usually wear a bandana in my hair to keep my bangs out of the way. They're long enough to tuck behind my ear, but not long enough to go into a ponytail. I usually wear a ponytail. I wear contacts. I can shoot any gun you give me. Any. Any weapon actually. I can drive.
That's baisically all that's been going on...
See you tomorrow I guess?
JEEZ CAPTAIN LOGAN!!!! I'M STILL TALKING TO A BOOK!!!!!! STILL TALKING TO A FUCKIN BOOK!!!!
Oh and I swear ocasionally...
