I've given up on my last story, got writers block and forgot where I was going with it. This is only the intro to a more thought out story, a little feedback and reviews would be great.

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'Why do I have to look for the old baby stuff' Lucas thought, 'can't Nathan do it instead it's his kid'. Lucas was in the attic shuffling around boxes trying to find some old baby things for Haley and Nathan.

"Hey Luke," Karen called as she popped her head above the attic opening, "I'm going out to the store to pick up a few things. Do you need anything?" Karen asked watching her son move several boxes around.

He turned around to look at her thinking about what he could need. "Yea mom if you could possibly grab me something new to read...I'm kinda already done with the last book you got me." He said with a smile as he ruined his hands on his shirt knocking some if the dusty off them.

Karen smiled back, "I'll see what I can do." she answered and began to go back down the ladder.

She disappeared down the ladder for a second before her head popped back up, "Luke watch what you're doing up here some of these boxes contain old memories and I think one even has your great grandfather's diary from the war in it so be careful alright".

He nodded his head and smiled at her, "Don't worry mom I won't destroy anything." he told her as she disappeared down the ladder again. He then went back to searching the attic for about ten minutes before he almost tripped over a small nondescript box.

'What the hell is this?' Lucas thought as he bent over to pick up the box that almost tripped him. As he picked it up he could tell that it was an older box with many nicks and scratches on the surface.

As he opened it he could tell that the objects in it were definitely old. There were several old pictures, a few military patches, and finally a leather bound book. As he lifted up the first picture he thought he saw himself in it, a tall thin and broody looking man in a military uniform standing next to another man in the same uniform.

'Who is this?' Lucas thought as he flipped the picture over and looked at the date on the back, it said 10/15/1943 on it. As he saw the date he understood what his mother was saying about his great grandfathers old things being in the attic.

"These must be his military mementos," Lucas said to himself picking up an old patch and reading it over, 101 airborne it said. He then reached for the book that sat by itself on the side of the box.

He opened up the first page and read the name at the top of the page written in beautiful cursive, Eugene Andrew Roe. He opened the next page and read the paragraph written and dated June 6th 1944.

'If found please return to 77 Bragg avenue, Tree Hill, North Carolina. Also please tell the story enclosed in this book to my next of kin or be read by them after it has been delivered, it explains my life up till death and my fiancée needs to about my struggles over here. God bless all who are fighting in this noble cause and may fate allow you to live long past this awful conflict'

Lucas just stared at the first page debating whether or not to read this book. He knew his great grandfather survived the war, but apparently nobody had read his accounts that this book seemed to depict. After a few second Lucas thought to himself, 'Well I guess nobody has read this book since the box seems to be pretty organized, well no use in letting his writings go without reading them.'

And with the debate out of his head, he turned the page and began to read the beginning of his great grandfathers war diary, with the first entry being dated May 7th 1942.