[ WP ] A young student is drafted off to fight in a bloody foreign war . He quickly finds that war is the most enjoyable thing he has ever experienced .

*Journal entry 4th of may 2030. * 
 
 Man, considering how bad war has been talked up to be I'm kind of enjoying this. I get to camp everyday with people who have become my most trusted friends, the weather is fantastic, and though the food might be lackluster when luxuries like fresh meat or sweets come through this camp becomes a party! 
 
 *Journal entry 15th of may 2030. * 
 
 Saw my first bit of combat today. We were going on a supply and secure mission for a village up north from camp. I was just talking to a little girl who had come up to me and asked if I had seen her dad when the shooting started. Without thinking I picked her up and ran behind cover with her while protecting her with my own body. I got struck a few times but my armor stopped most of the shots. I spent most of the fight trying to redirect the Russians' attention from the civilians. It was scary sure but also kind of exciting. I've never felt so alive. The best part though, was after the shooting had died down ( I got one of them in the leg ) and the the Ruskies retreated. The girl's mother came up to me teary eyed and just gave me this great big hug. 
 
 *Journal entry 16th of June 2030* 
 
 Shit! I've been bad at updating this but I've been kept busy. Between providing care for the civis affected and the ruskies launching another offensive it's been busy this last month. Eric and Anna got shot and I had to carry them almost three kilometers through thick forrest in the rain. they survived but Anna has been sent home, it's her arm. It's likely paralyzed. We've been mailing each other, she even visited my parents for me. I've been given the nickname Grand frère by the locals. I've been trying to learn the language, though it has proven hard with only a dictionary and the basic grammatical thing we got when we left. They really seem to like me here, no one seems to mind my face or my size. Back home they just called me mutie before running away. 
 
 *Journal entry 3rd of July 2030* 
 
 I think I'll miss this place when my tour is over. I'm useful here, I can help. Major Sandersson even said that they're talking about awarding me a medal when I get back. Some of the people I set out with have been killed in combat. I cried when we held their viking funerals. There is n't enough time to send them home. The enemy's front has been pushed back. Me and the squad has been spending most of our time with repairs to the villages surrounding us. We are going to move forward with the rest of the army in four days, I'd be lying if I wrote I was n't excited. I've done most of what I can here I could do so much more at the front. 
 

