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

March 19th 
 
 I don ’ t like this place. It smells like gasoline and sweat. Pushing my group through basic before they shipped us out didn ’ t help much. It ’ s hard to teach the unwilling how to march. 
 
 I ’ m no politician or philosopher, but I ’ m not even real sure what it is we ’ re here for. This country, I mean, not life in general. But I guess that too. I wonder if *they* think the same thing. I ’ m told *they* don ’ t think. I guess we ’ re supposed to get fooled into thinking *they* aren ’ t human. I suppose that makes it easier. I wouldn ’ t know. I can ’ t imagine it gets easier. 
 
 
 September 24th 
 
 Thirty-four. That puts me in second place for kills in the whole encampment. I just got ta get eight more of the fuckers and I ’ ll win. We ’ ll win. I just got ta hit the right number. Almost there. 

