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

First entry: 
 February 23rd. 
 
 It's all so exciting! I ca n't describe how excited I am! We all are! Finally, we'll show those Kaldorian barbarians who's boss! My brothers and sister in arms and I will stand against the unwashed hordes and protect glorious Jakka to the last breath! 
 
 As I'm writing this, we are shipping out of Moldvar Harbour. Destination: The Royal Fleet off the shore of Kaldoria. Kollo has a buddy in logistics, and he says we'll spearhead a beach attack! How exciting! I have written many letters to my family back home. I have not heard back yet from my sister, but I'm sure she's kicking ass on the frontline as I write! Our squad leader is speaking now, so I'll resume writing tomorrow! For the glory of Jakka! 
 
 Last entry: 
 January 15th: 
 
 Lisa is dead. Her helicopter has been shot down while the army was retreating from Oozar. Or what is left of Oozar. I do n't really care either way. My sister is dead. How am I supposed to tell mother? That we're all that's left of our family? How am I supposed to tell her? 
 
 There are talks of peace with the Kaldorians. Rumors mostly. Someone knows someone who's friends with someone who's in the diplomatic corps. Apparently our guys and theirs are meeting in a few days to negotiate a ceasefire. 
 
 I do n't think I'll write again in this thing. It has helped me get through some of the hardest things I ever had to face in my life. 
 
 The destruction of Moldvar. The sacking of Kaldor City. The slaughter of Hill 157. 
 
 Writing has helped me. But now, nothing can help me anymore. Writing was my lifeline, my safety in the ocean of war. But what good is a lifeline if the ship is sinking? 
 
 Looking back on one year in hell, I want to cry. Nobody I'm currently with was with me when I shipped out. All those people, all those faces, lost, burned, beaten, slashed, killed. Wasted. Coal for the fires of war. 
 
 I do not know what the future holds. Maybe we'll have peace with the Kaldo's. Maybe not. I do n't care either way. 
 
 I think I'll end it on my terms. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But there is no way I'm coming back from this. 
 
 I'd rather end it on my own terms.
