[ WP ] Write a soldier 's journal entry on his first day at war . Then write his last journal entry .

**Through to Denver: April 3rd** 
 
 *We who art happy brothers, * 
 
 *Advantageous with youth, and our spring forms* 
 
 *See ourselves honored and further* 
 
 *Upon the field of glory before storm ’ s* 
 
 *Great fury, affirms the war ’ s chorus ’ d alarums. * 
 
 *We saw the red sun rise. * 
 
 *Heard the sirens trumpet and rockets swarm* 
 
 *The skies with victory I ’ d surmise. * 
 
 
 
 *The hearts carried by our fathers* 
 
 *Swell with a pride unending. They leading reforms* 
 
 *Against the boys once before. Smothered. * 
 
 *Men of war we hath become. Battered, conformed* 
 
 *Upon the field of battle striplings become transformed. * 
 
 *Warriors we are, toward victory we reprise. * 
 
 *From cowardice and treachery we shall be forsworn. * 
 
 *O ’ er fields of Denver our artillery cries. * 
 
 
 
 * “ Revenge! Revenge! Fight for your mothers! ” * 
 
 * “ Vengeance! Burn! Tear at their twisted forms! ” * 
 
 *We charged the trenches as no other. * 
 
 *We shattered the swords of the storm. * 
 
 *The hopes of the usurpers became forlorn. * 
 
 *From within their ashen graves were bitter cries, * 
 
 * “ It is over brothers. Do not mourn. ” * 
 
 
 
 *There is no quarter. They are stilled with the drum of bullets. * 
 
 
 
 *I am torn. I can not deny that there is a part of me I now despise. * 
 
 *Though in war I have become strong. * 
 
 *There is truth when I say a part of me has died. * 
 
 
 **Before the Winter: November 5th** 
 
 There is nothing. It is over. I fought for my country, but now my country is gone. Now everything is gone. I wish we knew what we were fighting for. Truly fighting for. I wish we knew the cost. I am the king of the ashes. I feel like Ozymandias. 
 
 
 
 *A fog hung across our world. * 
 
 *Civilization started to crumble. * 
 
 *Man breathed the word of death, * 
 
 *And our earth was cracked asunder. * 

