The Diary of Trowa

March 19th, 1995

Dear Diary,
I have some idea now on what to do with my life. I guess I can't kill myself,so I might as well become a gundam pilot. I am now going to start on how to pilot the gundam called Heavyarms. I don't know if I'm going to be any good at becoming a gundam pilot,but hey,it's not like I'm not trying something new. I've piloted mobile suits all my life. How could this be any different? -Trowa Barton

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March 20th, 1995

Dear Diary,
Ok. So piloting one of these things isn't all that easy. But guess what? There are more gundam pilots. Actually,there are supposed to be 5 in all. So what does that make me? I wish I knew. I think to myself how lucky I am to be alive. I guess this cross I got from that girl came in handy. -Trowa Barton

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March 21st, 1995

Dear Diary,
I am leaving for Earth today. I've never been there actually. I've been raised on colonies for as long as I can remember. I'm really excited to go down there. But I heard the people on Earth started this war. So maybe I'm not all that excited. But then again,I've been fighting my whole life. I guess this isn't going to be any different. -Trowa Barton