5th December, 1919
The radio was on. Our head of government Jaan Tõnisson decided to start peace negotiations even though other contries – Latvia, Liethua and Finland didn't do it. This is a god day. The war is coming to it's end.
Jethro has healed nicely, but he has lost some movement in his left arm. He is refusing to do some rehab. I try to push him, but he is not taking it well. At least he is not pushing me away. That I am thankful of. Now I have seen that he has a lot of scars over his body. Most probably from the war, but I don't ask. I don't wanna know.
Tony can't use his leg. It's in plastic or something, but he still jumps and uses his hands a lot. I feel for him. His joking mood has gone, he is serious. He is scarred. And Kate is helping him through it along with others.
Tim has occasional memory losses. Sometimes he remembers, sometimes he doesn't. There are days, when he doesn't remember his name. He is quiet and found books to read. He is shutting everybody out. But the good thing is that we are not letting him do it.
We are staying at my house since my father is still somewhere unknown. I think that he is alive. And I know that he will come back, once the war is over.