May 8th, 1941
Just look at me – bein' all structured and writin' daily. Is structured the right word? I reckon that's debatable. It's only been a day since my last entry. How am I possibly expected to have anything interestin' to write about within the span of probably less than 24 hours.
Ms. Eleanor said she writes everyday, or she at least tries to. Either her life is mighty interestin', or her journals are deathly borin'. Granted, she's a military nurse; with all the gore she sees on a daily basis, she's bound to have some interestin' things to write about. Or do you reckon she's not the 'heal and tell' type of gal? Haha, did ya get that?
Like a 'kiss and tell,' except she's healin' people. Look at me, crackin' jokes on paper. Hopefully whoever read that just laughed. My God, I think layin' in this field hospital for all this time is really takin' my sanity. Well, that's about all I've got to write about right now. I'll check back in with y'all here in a little bit.
As always,
– Edwin Myers
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The Soldier's Journal
General FictionA young boy, Edwin Myers, enlists in the US Army in 1941, during the second World War. He's badly injured in the battle of Crete, which lands him in the field hospital. His weakened eyes seem to jolt back to life once they landed on Eleanor Francis...
