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journal of a dead man

Jan. 6th

"Hey, name's pippen. Some of the older boys said it'd be nice to keep a journal, help cope with war, y'know? Said it was great to write your emotions. Share the tales of warfare. Personally I think it's a funky thing, load of bullocks. Alas, they are wiser and have seen the blood spill, so I'll give it a try. What's the worst that could happen?"

Jan. 10th 

"Shit! They blew bloody fuckin' bombs on the village nearby. It was so unexpected and there was blood. Lots and lots of blood. They're sending the first troop out, the first wave for our counter attack. These may not be our people but they definitely aren't the enemies so here they come, under our wing. My best mate, charles was sent out with the first troop. I'm next, if they fall. I go out next. So does jameson, a lovely young man. He has the charms. Well, off to bed. Musn't lose energy, I'll need it if I'll survive this bloody fuckin' war." 

Jan. 20th 

"The troops fell. We're being sent out to see the war. The real war. Not the petty little disputes here and there with the hourly patrols of base. No, no. Not with what the older gentlemen describe 'listen lad, you'll see blood. Lots of fuckin' blood. But promise me, never ever let the blood overwhelm you. Don't let the fear get to your head. That's how you end up dead, you hear?' they were wise, pip had to listen, had to survive. Cus' that's all that matters, in't? Survive, don't die. You may see your peers fall but don't bat an eye, not on the field. Stay alert. Stay alive." 

Feb. 2nd 

"This in't pip. Pip is fuckin' dead. I promised him I'd always have his bloody back but I didn't. I failed him. I failed the graceful, cheery lad. Too young and niave. Shouldn't of been on the battle field. Too young to die, pip. They say he'll get a proper burial. Forever remembered and honoured for his bravery. For his stupid, reckless actions. He went down a soldier. Went down a bloody fuckin' soldier. Went down much too early inna way he never should've. But he did anyway and now my beautiful pippen is dead. Just another dead man, one whom died serving his country. One who was a hero. A hero in his own little way."