Hiya, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Titanic.
5th June 1917
Dear Diary
You don't know how much I hate it here. I have to sleep in fear knowing that I could never wake up. I miss having Rose here by my side, waking up to her, kissing her, hugging her, everything about her. Most of the time we're just sitting here talking about; home, our wives and there was this one guy who had been here a while he had a wife and kids and now he's dead. I can't imagine the pain she's going through. I don't want to put Rose through that, I can't. I have to make it through this for her.
I've only been here a couple of days but it feels like I've been here forever. I just want to go home. All you can smell here is mud, human waste and decaying flesh it's disgusting. It physically makes you want to throw up, sometimes it even does.
For some reason just writing in here makes me feel better, but I know that it won't the help the war, I wish it could. I'm going to go now; I'm going to write my first letter to Rose, I miss her so much.
Jack
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See ya