A Continent Apart | The Female Sailor Diary of Wanda Bell

August 22, 1917
Today I told Esther about my journal and she said I should write down about how I survived a situation most people would not. She's talking about the time last year when a nasty German looked me dead in the eyes while pointing a gun at me and pulled the trigger. Fortunately, his gun was jammed and I managed to run away. Everyone says I'm not just myself but a ''True War Survivor." But isn't everyone who is alive right now a true war survivor? This is a true war, isn't it? The only reason I am alive is luck anyway- like a game of Patience. I am not going to write about that anymore. I am not going to write anything more about it, or talk about it, or think about it. The newspaper man at the train station said, "You're part of history now, kid." I am not. I refuse. I am a schoolgirl, not some old person in history. But even though I do not want to write about the disaster, I am going to write about what happened yesterday, because it wasn't fair in the slightest. !YES, I DO KNOW THAT DURING THE FIRST WORLD WAR FINLAND WAS ROBBED OF THEIR LAND BY NAZI GERMANY, BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY LET'S JUST PRETEND THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN!