Dear Journal,
Dear Journal, May 16, 1976
My name is Edward Mason Cullen. I am a living Veteran of the Vietnam War. Right now I am on a boat taking me back home from Vietnam to my wife Bella and my two children Hunter and Elizabeth. I am unsure of my self at the time. I do not know what to think of my self. I have seen so many things, felt so much pain that I am worried that my life at home will be soon over. When I had been first drafted in to this war I was not worried because of how the odds of us winning this war was very much in our favor. It was a world power vs. a 3rd world county that barley had any technology and or advancements like we did.
But my thoughts were soon bashed away. On my first week on the field I witnessed a horrible trap that cost 5 of my fellow recruits their lives and some 10 others were wounded and were starting to become infected. This trap they designed was gruesome they dug a hole in the ground put sharp bamboo stick underneath and covered it up. If that was not enough they covered it with blood that once it was in my fellow soldiers blood and body it immediately went and started to infect them at an a alarming rate. We did not have a field medic at the time so we had to run for our lives as the Vietnamese soldier's ran after us with our friends on our backs.
Another thing that I saw was children, harmless children being used as soldiers. Some were around the same age as my Hunter and Lizzie. 5, only 5 years old and they were coming up to us and giving us what seemed to be like bombs. BOMBS!! They came up to us like they wanted food or candy. And then we had to fight them, hurt them even kill them. It was like me having Hunter come up to me and ask me to read him a story then me turning around and killing him. It was like killing my own son. I could not believe what was going on here.
I know now that my life at home will never be the same it will be like coming home and my son and daughter will run to give me a hug and I will think it is another attack or they won't even remember me. I don't think I can deal with this. Oh God if there ever was one please help me now.
From,
Edward Anthony Mason Cullen