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

December 13th 2178 
 
 As much as I dreaded the idea of going to war, this really is n't too bad. For one, I was n't even doing the fighting. We were all given Personal Terminals to control our War Rigs. Giant two-tonned mechs loaded with almost every lethal weapon in existence. Nothing can be as easy is this, right? We just have to log into our Terminals to control our machines for maybe... an hour or two. Maybe storm some insurgent hideouts as prescribed by our commander. I think we can win this war lickedy-split. The planet of Demetian has no chance against our technology. Mom, I'll be coming home. I do n't even see why I'm writing this journal, honestly. 
 
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 January 27th 2179 
 
 I'm sick of this. I was wrong, everyone. Yes, the War Rigs may have been just as menacing as I described them. Yes, the people of Demetian may have been as helpless as I thought. But, that is just the problem. These insurgent camps are n't even threatening in the slightest. Last week, we stormed a house. A normal, simple house. What else? Everyone was gunned down. `` Everyone'' means a small family of four. A mother, a father, a son, and a daughter. Then, we also raided a marker that the commander said where were enemy militants. I did n't see any uniforms. Before and after the raid. No weapons. I do n't want to do this anymore. I have to tell someone. I ca n't just sit here and unfairly end the lives of people I do n't know. I'm coming home. God help me for what I've done. 
 
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