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by
sneak241
Sun Nov 18 2001 at 19:57:22
Well, I'm finally going
home
. The
doctor
released me just today. Actually, I very nearly
died
today. You see, I was feeling extremely
beat
, so I fell into a deep
sleep
last night. I must have been out for quite some time, because when I woke up I was being taken out of the
hospital
. When looked up and I asked the guy where I was being taken, he very nearly jumped out of his shoes! You see, an
orderly
came by my bed and thought that I had died during the night. When this whole
mess
got sorted out, a doctor came by and told me that I should have left days ago. So here I am, on the
train
on my way home. I'm not alone; there are a bunch of other wounded boys making the
trip
back with me. Only now am I getting a idea of how
senseless
this
war
is. We throw ourselves against each other on the
battlefield
and for what? Those
Huns
ain't
men
less than ourselves. Our
governments
have made us
kill
each other. I merely thank a
merciful God
that I am going home on my
legs
rather than in a
casket
. The
shrapnel
in my
leg
and the
scar
on my
shoulder
will remind me of this horrible place for
the rest of my days
. I don't even know what I'm gonna do when I do get back home. I remember when I left that I felt like
there was nothing that I couldn't do
. Now the only thing I see in my
future
is a
government pension
.
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