August 2, 1959

Black leather boots, spit shined so bright. They cut off my hair but it looks alright. We marched and we sang. We all became friends as we learned how to fight.

Hey diary, it's been a while, eh? I think so… Anyways trainin' was great! At first though it kinda sucked on ice but after I got ta know my team it wasn't so bad. Our team consists a 9 people from around tha world an' tha US. We got a Demoman (apparently he likes ta drink but cuz a trainin' regs he couldn'), a Heavy Weapons Specialist (He's like a bear, you don't bother him he won't bother you, but if you do bother him you'll end up missin' alotta blood…an' prolly some limbs too), a Medic (he's a little crazy, I ain't got much info on 'im), a Soldier (he yells…A LOT but he's not tha bad…so far), a Spy (damn shape shiftin' rat…), an Engineer (he's nice enough, keeps ta himself an' his machines mostly…wouldn't wanna piss him off though, tha' wrench looks deadly), a Sniper (not sure where he's from but he's pretty rugged, definitely an outdoorsman, didn't like havin' ta live with tha other Snipers durin' trainin'), a Pyro (I'm not sure about Pyro…for all I know he- she- no- it. Yeah it… for all I know it could be a girl…yeah right, girls ain't supposed ta fight in wars…), an' tha last person is me. Imma Scout!

At first I thought they was gonna make me a Soldier, that'd be cool, or maybe a Pyro or Demoman but they tested my skills and came ta tha decision tha I'd make a good Scout cuz I fit tha mold or whatever, I started zonin' out at about tha' time.

Anyways after they figured out what we were, they sent us ta train with our class-mates. Snipers with Snipers, Medics with Medics, and Scouts with Scouts ya know? Anyways I was tha fastest Scout in my trainin' group. Oh I'm gettin' way ahead a myself. You don't know anything of what happened afta I got offa tha train.

Well we arrived, and unloaded. Turns out all tha people on tha train when I got on an' all tha people tha' came on aftawards were all signed on far this. We got off tha train and they lined us up, they took us ta a building. They cut off our hair… well it don't look tha' bad on me… actually it looks pretty damned awesome now since it's grown a bit (they're supposed ta cut it soon but tha women tha' cut it let me off with trimmin' it cuz it looked so good on me).

They sorted what classes we were and sent us off ta our barracks with our class-mates. We ate and ended tha day back in our barracks.

Tha rest a tha time was spent marchin', singin', an' well trainin' obviously. We was taught stuff tha' only our classes need ta know so tha' we could get our jobs done properly. After they felt tha' we knew our stuff they separated us inta teams an' said tha our teammates were pretty much our family an' tha' we'd damn well look out for each otha. Othawise we'd all die, not really but tha's close ta what they said. Anyways we did tha same marchin' an' singin' with our teams. But tha trainin' was a little different. We had team exercises, an' then we had live fire exercises (don't tell Ma that, she'd have a heart attack). Our Medic was amazin', he kept everyone healed and in fightin' condition, while Soldier kept us all in high spirits…well if you weren't lookin' a little happy he'd take ya away from tha rest a tha team an' give ya a cuff on tha ear for "murdering the moral", so we had ta at least look kinda happy. Demoman was sober, luckily, we barely passed tha last exercise cuz a him. Pyro went a little crazy at tha end an' set tha proctors on fire (it was funny as hell…until we had ta do a baggillion push ups…). Tha rest a tha team did okay. I was amazin' an' finished everything we had ta do first an' tha best.

I wrote Ma not too long ago, she was glad tha' I was alright, an' tha' I was stayin' outta trouble.

A hero of war, yeah that's what I'll be

And when I come home they'll be damn proud of me

I'll carry this flag to the grave if I must

'Cause it's a flag that I love and a flag that I trust

Heh, I'm such a dumbass, writin' stupid soundin' stuff in my Diary. Whatevar, maybe someday it'd make a good song… Pssshh, yeah right. Well lata' Diary.

-Benjamin

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