My journal entry, during the German war.

The day goes so slowly, and painfully. I am expected to fight a war, a horrible war, when I do not even have my daily necessity, water and ration was scarce, and I am already sick and tired of this life. The fear of taking the pain of a gunshot and the feelings I get when my companions are shot, dead bodies everywhere, some deformed and some into pieces from an explosion, I don’t know how my parents are doing too, I heard that Nazis will storm through houses, grabbing anything worth it and throwing people out from their houses. Civilians were given a chance to run and the Nazis will then take them as ‘living targets’ and shoot them. The thought of it was already horrible. May God bless me, and I hope I could survive this war, all my best friends already died. Nazi have already started having concentration camps, killing everyone they could until running out of ammo, in which they will then abandon the camp. I started to worry when my life would end, and would it lie in the hands of this war… I just want to survive and that would be the only thing I could do. Shellshock would have happened to me, since I was eighteen meters away from a mortar explosion but I stayed strong. I seriously hope the war would end… The sooner the better.