August 15th, 1955
Not too much to write about here lately. Eleanor and I still haven't been able to have another child, Emily still keeps Lloyd around, God knows why. Rebecca's still Rebecca. Edwin II hasn't talked to me too much since he graduated. I'm still doin' just fine, I suppose.
I spoke to Harris and Felix just a few days ago. That was surely a surprise. I ain't spoken to either of them since the war ended. Not too much has happened for either of them, but they wanted to catch up with me. I didn't mention anything about the drugs, or rehab, but I talked to them about my family. They were surprised to hear that I found Eleanor again, and about Emily.
Ya know, as nice as it was to talk to them, it brought back way too much. I met them when we were all tryin' to heal from physical wounds from the battlefield – and that just opened up some emotional wounds. Don't get me wrong, I was glad to hear from them, but the one person from the war that I'd like to talk to, is dead.
I don't like endin' these entries on such dark notes, but I don't feel like talkin' – or writin' anymore.
As always,
– Edwin Myers
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