The time is 12:00 pm and date is January 21, 1915. Today I began realizing the war wasn't at all how I thought it would be. The feel of a gun for the first time in my hands made me tremble. Who knew the feeling of the gun was a cold yet freighting feeling? My friend Bryan was shot by Enemy Forces. I can still remember his last words to me as bled to death in my arms. "Tala," he said, "Be Strong. Don't let the Enemy take over. Don't let them win. You have to get home to Angela." He griped my hand as his eyes closed. I will never forget him and I won't forgive the Enemy. I will make it back to my darling Angela. Like with Bryan I still remember what she said before I left. "Come home with your gun or not at all," she said to me. I laughed at those words at first but now I under stand. The war, living in this horrid trench, and living knowing that the enemy lurks around with high tech weapons and planes was enough to drive a man crazy.
- Tala Valkov
The time is 5:30 pm and the date is February 5, 1915. I soon will not be able to handle the life in this trench. The Enemy attacked a day a go blowing up apart of the trench with a plane bomb. Another friend died in that explosion. Ian was a childhood friend of mine. If any more friends, fellow soldiers, or any others die in front of me again I will go crazy. Even though I can feel my self slowly slipping into madness already but one more. One more and I'll snap.
- Tala Valkov
The time is 4:50 am and the date is March, 27 1915. Today is Angela's birthday. Not being able to be there makes me even more tense. Every day I hold my gun close to me flitching and twitching at every thing that moves. No sleep. No Food. No Shelter from the bitter cold and the rain. People are dying and for once it's not from the enemy, illness and people going mad. It's driving me mad. I can feel my self slipping slowly. It's slowly killing me inside with every passing day.
- Tala Valkov
The time is 3:10 pm and the date is June 15, 1915. I fear I won't be able to take this any more. I fear I won't get home to see my darling Angela. I hate being here and I have begun to give up all hope. We can't win this war of the trench. The Enemy is defeating us quickly. I'm the only one left of my group that is alive. Spencer and I were the last. He was killed in the last air raid.
- Tala Valkov
The time is 12:00 pm and the day is June 16, 1915. I have made the choice. I can't handle going mad, I can't handle being away from Angela any longer, and I can't handle the fear of war. So I have decided to go on an assassination mission. I know I won't make it and have asked a fellow soldier to deliver this journal to Angela so she'll know. I will never be able to see her or my family again. Good Bye.
- Tala Valkov, 1890 - 1915