April 21st, 1957
Today is Easter. I hadn't planned on going back home for Easter, but that's what I did. Emily's said a few words to me, so I guess that's progress. Eleanor and I have talked a bit. She asked me when I'm comin' home, if I ever do.
I told that I want to, but not today – or probably anytime soon. She may not show it often, but I know it hurts her, and I hate that. But I need time for myself. Eleanor told me how a couple of guys have reached out to her, but one of my buddies was one of them. She said she never returned any form of flirting, and he testified for her, but I'm still not fond of it.
Of course, I had to give him a phone call. After Eleanor told me that bit of information, my day was ruined. I was just in a bad mood.
I didn't really wanna be around anyone, so I left again.
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...
