October 7, 2002
My therapist told me I should carry a journal around. Why, these blank pages will not give advice, or calm me down this is pointless. I am supposed to write whatever comes to mind. There is only one thing on my mind. That would be Iraq it is my third tour and I am not even sure if I am serving my country any more. The things I have seen will never leave my memory.
October 19, 2002
I do not know if I am meant to write in this thing daily, it has been over a week sense I first wrote in it. This week I saw my squad hit with an IED all I can say is why? Why me there was good men in there and I’m the one that lived? IT IS NOT FAIR, IT IS JUST NOT! I ask god why I’m the one that lived, there was no response….
November 22, 2002
It has been a month sense my last journal entire. Recovery was hard; I looked back at my first entire. I said I was not sure if I was serving my country anymore and, the answer is I am not. I am serving the men and women who have died for their country making sure their name does not die in vain. That is my purpose and I will not fail.
February 12, 2003
Each day is getting easier to live with knowing my squad’s death will always be with me. I am back in Iraq, now I have squad that I am responsible of. None of them is experienced they are all scared to be over here. I know what it; I still remember my first time over here. There is one soldier though by the name of Henry Adams he is private; he has potential an amazing solider. I hope this kid goes far
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