November 6, 2019
Dear, journal? I dont really know how to start this documentation was never my strong suit. Well I guess I should start with, why? Why am I writing this. The answer to that question would be the things I see. I guess I should probably put a little back story into It. It all started three mounths ago, It was like any normal day back then I was still being trained and, thinking back on it boot camp was a cake walk compared to this, anyways, I had started my day like any other, I woke up, brushed my teeth, standerd stuff. If memory serve's me right then It was about three fifteen when I was on my shift at the gate, when I heard a yelling, a gunshot then silence. Thats when Corpral Mares and a few others walked over, " alright private you may go back to your bunk ." Needless to say I was confused, but not wanting to be insibordinate, I saluted and walked back to the barracks along with the rest of the privates. Oh! Gotta go Corpral mares is calling for mess. Write soon
Sighned
Private Aren Samson
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General Fiction(quick disclaimer I am VERY new to wattpad and am also a new writer, so any constructive critisisim would be very much welcome, also this will be a short series as in journal entrys per addition. anyways I hope you enjoy.) Private Aren Samson find's...
