Melancholy

It was one of those days where he just couldn't find the energy to get out of his bunk except for roll call. Some may call it depression. He called it melancholy. He had snarled at Schultz and his friends. Even disobeyed the Colonel's orders. He would get punished later, but for now he didn't care. All he wanted to do was sleep. He missed his home. His family. Sometimes he felt the urge to cry but didn't dare to let go of his emotions. He was a soldier. Soldiers didn't cry. Sometimes he wished for all this to end.