HeartBeat
January 24 1924, Little Hut located somewhere East
James' Half
We've found shelter in this tiny hut. A few men have died and some have injuries. I also was injured. There were enemies hiding and when we walked by they began shooting at us. I was doing fine until one of their bullets hit me in the leg. Some of the men have been suffering from starvation and very high fevers. In the middle of the nigh they cry out their wife's names and claim that they can see their wives. The war is really getting to them, I think I am becoming more like them. Yesterday I thought I saw my darling Pamela, and when I blinked she was gone. I regret leaving her, I regret everything, I just want to hold her and make it all better but I don't even know if shes still alive.
Pamela's Half
I can hardly hold this pen straight as I write in this diary. The pregnancy has given me a high fever. I feel dizzy and feel the urge to vommit. I already did twice today and I don't feel any better. My arms feel too sore to move, and my legs just won't hold me up when I stand. I thought I saw James the other day but it was my stupid brain playing tricks on me. I see him again, now. But when I blink he is still there, and he is getting closer to me...if I could only keep my eyes open...
James' Half
This morning, I was wandering about, looking for food, when I found a small little hut. I was curious to see if anyone was still alive and well so I checked it out. There was a skinny figure underneath a thin and ripped blanket. I lifted the blanket and it was the face of my darling Pamela. She looked at me for a moment but her eyes closed and I assumed that she passed out. I checked her out and found that her cheeks were red with fever and her ribs were clearly showing as a result of severe starvation. I gathered her up in my arms and wondered why she went after me. How could she go after me when I abandoned her? Pamela, come back to me. Why must fate be so cruel? Why did fate decide to spare me and let Pamla suffer? I gladly would have suffered twice the pain she felt. My leg doesn't matter, I don't care if it gets cut off or diseased. Pamela matters more to me than my entire body. And she is infected with a high fever now. Her fever could kill her, I've heard about what it can do the body. Blind her, shut out her vision forever. Or rob her of her hearing and her sense of taste. But even in this dark time, I feel hope. It is Pamela that is giving me hope. I can hear her weak breathing, feel her chest slowly rising and falling. But I can feel her heart. I never believed in feeling a heartbeat as a boy but I can actually feel it and hear it and I feel more connected to her than ever before.
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