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

*April 23rd 1957 
 
 Alfalfa, f -- -ing alfalfa. Such an awful smell. just miles and fields of weeds, really f -- -s with your head like you're in the same place as yesterday. LT says to keep pushing north, saying something about an abandoned village, but honestly i do n't think he knows where were going. Cooper's been rigging the tel trying to get in contact with FOBS ( Foward Operating Base ), last ring probably was 12 `` clics'' back-before we got into the tall grass. Resting easy for now, everyones running low on canteen fuel. If Victor and his buddy Charlie do n't come soon pretty sure the heat will do us in. What we need is a nice breeze does n't matter which way it come-f***ing Alfalfa. 
 
 *January 8th 1973 
 
 They do n't look at me. Seems somethings not right back home. Ca n't remember the last time i received a letter, or anyone else now that i think about it. All the docs and scrubs are treating us like patients, were God d -- n hero's. What do they know-just four more days and i'm out of here. The doc says i was n't the worst he's seen or the best, he's funny like that. Two broken teeth and a cracked rib along with dislocated shoulder, that mine was meant for me. Cooper took that one for me. Went chasing after Charlie while the moon was out, f -- -ing stupid, Cooper was leading. I remember him putting a hand up just as i heard the `` click''. With the moon out you could still see his face covered by brown mud from the previous rain. His teeth-white. He was smiling. I've never been a fan of white hospital floors and all the white cloth, its as if everything's waiting for the bad. From my bedside window i can see the land of endless tall grass. At least there's a breeze coming from the beach. It reminds me of what Cooper said with his white caked smile, f***ing Alfalfa, that was just like Cooper.
