Dear Journal,Nov. 2, 3173
We're still waiting for the war to come. If only Millie were here. What will happen to her in the war? For a moment I became emotionless and didn't care about Mildred. Then Granger told me of his grandfather. He misses what he did for the world. But how can I miss Mildred that way? What did she do for the world? I wish I could remember. Please! I need to know—for Millie's sake.
Dear Journal,Nov. 3, 3173
It's all come back to me. I remember! I know what she did for the world. It's now my job to remember her. Death has fallen upon her and Chicago, so I must keep her memory and our memory alive. Her soul lives on in me, just as Granger's grandfather's could lives in Granger. The Books of Ecclesiastes and Revelation have also entrusted their souls to me. The war is over and the human rave will rise up like the phoenix, keeping the souls of the past alive.
Note: So those are the last two journal entries. There is an epilouge coming up. It compares Montag and Fireman to Montag the Reader. The reason why this chapter is up so early is because this is all going to be due soon (see profile) and I wanted to get as much feedback as a possibly could. So please, if you have any comments on what you liked or how I can improve don't be afraid to leave a review. Hope you've enjoyed this.