We were told we were doing Diary Enteries for English class, and given the prompt below. It orginal idea started out as just a soldier writing in his journal. But when I'm writing a diary entry for class I usually give the diary/journal a name, which this time just happened to be Fred and it kinda went from there. One of my friends read it and really liked it, even though it wasn't finished at the time, so I thought I would put it up. It's longer and slightly different to the original, so if you want me to put up the original just let me know and I will. Hope you enjoy!
Prompt: "If you are reading this I may well be dead, for today I will claim my freedom and dignity. This trip has almost broken me..."
12th of April 1945.
Fred,
Last night, the regiments Commanding Officer gave us the notice. This morning, at the break of dawn, our troop set out to the front lines. The air is heavy and solemn. Many of the older soldiers have already given up. The younger ones are thinking of doing the same. There are only a handful of us that have not lost the sliver of hope that we still have left. Even so, as I write this in the back of our transport truck, in the peaceful chill of the morning, I can't help but feel their dark depression.
My worry is not only for what will become of my regiment, but also for the whispered rumours that reach my ears. It seems Ron's friend, Harry, and his regiment were the last to go to the front lines. Suddenly, I'm not surprised our mother was so worried when Harry went missing and I'll bet a ridiculous sum of money that Harry's whale of an uncle is the reason he's here, even though he's not of age. Still, these dark rumours bring a new feeling of fear. It's whispered that none of the previous regiment survived. I pray this rumour is false, because I know Ginny's heart will break, if it's not. In fact, I'd say the heart of everyone in our family would crack painfully if they heard the silent whispers that I can. My heart did. And it only makes your absence that much more painful.
I started this journal to you, my brother, only days after you left us. I still miss your comforting presence after all this time. I have lost track of how many days, months, years, decades it seems, that it has been since I have seen the beautiful sight of home. I long for it's warm comfort. For the smell of our mother's fresh cooked meals, for the sound our father's passion for science, for the sweet taste of satisfaction, of a well played prank on Percy or Ron, for the sight of our mischievous, fiery little sister, for the touch of a warm, proud hand on my shoulder from Bill or Charlie. I long for the loving embrace of family. For your confident, comforting presence, my brother, for a time before war.
I envy you, brother, for the chance to see the family that I cannot. Even still, I wish you were here to watch my back. Like you always have.
Tomorrow, I hope to find the truth behind these, hopefully false rumours.
I pray I find what I'm looking for.
George.
Short, I know, but its supposed to be. Let me know what you think!