November 10th, 1914

The Journal and Property of Orange Parlington Pekoe.

I was lucky enough to be accepted into the military. I barely passed the height test, I managed to get in even when I stuffed many things under my shoes to make myself at least tall but still, I was very nervous that some might discover it but I was now my purposes of fighting are for my defense of my own country and the king of course or having nothing else to have in this boring world, I feel like this is my perfect time to be something of worth or somewhat like that I always heard the stories that my uncle told me about the wars he has seen like the Boers that he fought in South Africa, I felt inspired and I dreamt of joining the services of my own country, but my grandmother didn't have the same opinion as me, same thing with my uncle too. Both of them didn't want me to join as my grandmother always wanted me to just be a girl who plants Flowers all the time or makes the best tea for everyone at home just like my mother or my entire family for that matter.

For now, I have nothing else to say but I would say I heard the news about the time when women would go into young men or women and placed feathers on whatever they can put and I've been into that kind of situation before but I didn't mind much of it yet until I heard that it was for young men and women who are fit for war but didn't have any willingness to join the effort and never volunteer but which gave me more motivation to join, but for now I have nothing else to say but soon I might write more once something interesting or anything that is worthy to mention but now I will end my entry here, I will deeply apologize for my Grandmother and Uncle for leaving my home without them knowing, I shall miss them.

November 28th, 1914

It felt like a decade since I wrote the first page of my Journal, but in this night I have so many things to say. I can just say shortly that I've made a solemn promise with fellow recruits beside me and the recruitment officer always repeat to say "faithfully defend his majesty, his heirs and against his enemies'' something like that while I have to repeat it with my fellow comrades, but during all of that I did meet a very familiar face which was a form of Rosehip, I've never expected her out of all people who join in, she was like my fellow classmate from University, very hyper person to the point of annoyance and very sloppy I've seen her spilling tea or any other beverages on her hands in every single day, I can say this that Rosehip has changed from her usual manners but still, she still has her hyper and sloppy tendencies half of the time, her pink hair is still the same but slightly longer, it took a while for her notice me until now, she was as shocked as I was probably because of how long she has last seen me, we talked a little bit until we reached the training camp.

I can say once we fully talked together we got along and we had a good interaction. We talked about many things like Love, Family, and Friends. I would consider her as a friend for many things we talked about. I never expected Rosehip to be a nice talker since she was an annoyingly energetic person back then but I can say I am used to her now even when it annoys me, she is a nice person, I enjoyed the interaction.

I can say I have a difficult training, like doing tiring exercises, drills, learning how to use a rifle which I did very well with my other comrades in terms of my accuracy but for Rosehip, it was worse in terms of accuracy but was quick at firing if that counts as a positive but she was good at doing things as fast as possible she managed to outrun everyone when it comes to running but she some discipline which got her in some trouble but for most of the training we did fine with some talents that my comrades develop like that brown-haired girl who was extremely violent when it comes to melee which frightens me, I don't even want to tell you when she was very violent with her bayonet, I think they called her Rukuriri and I heard that my fellow comrades always said that she was unpleasant to interact with which I can see why I don't want to cause any troubles with her.

Now I am writing all of this in the dead of night when everyone is asleep except me. I can say Rosehip never knew that I was writing my own journal and recording my experiences. I felt so regretted that I didn't tell Granny Freya and my Uncle where I left, I should've given them a goodbye letter. they might have thought I ran away from home or become worried sick about me or thought I was kidnapped. I think I should write them letters once I reach the front, I wish myself another goodbye for them.

Here ya go, I give it the extension now you can read many things in it, but stay tuned for another one since I will write them in a single chapter and separate them from each era of her progress around this war.