Dear Diary,

It’s a cold day even though its summer…. The date is May 1st 1945
I needed to try and write today, as I fear this is my last night alive
Word came yesterday that German soldiers were closing in quickly
600 German troops against our 12 weapons… and a soldier count of 50!!
I try not to think of the days ahead of me… but it’s hard to see the reality
Am I going to die? Will it be quickly? Wish I were home with my Family

I’ll write tomorrow!!

Dear Diary,

Its now May 2nd 1945, I’m still here, and I never thought I’d see today
I had some toast this morning, to build my energy up, to walk 50 miles away
The sun is out at least, but I can see tombstones like air
Hope I write again later, God I prey that you help me. Please care!!

Ill write later!!

Dear Diary,

ARRRGGHH, this is the only way I can get my leg Pain into words
An hour ago we walked into a German trap where a firefight occurred
Bullets flying turning soldiers into stone, leaving the sun as our blood
Saved my friend from blowing up, but got shot in the leg as I got him up
I returned fire!! As I blew back a man…the first time I’ve killed someone
But no one cares where he’s from, I shot another 3 shots and stumbled
We managed to get out of there, but I couldn’t feel me leg
Thought about that man, his family…he now lying without a head
I bet he didn’t even want to fight… like me… a citizen without rights
Well my painkillers are kicking in now…So I’ll write again tonight!!

Dear Diary,

I awake to pain…and to the sounds of missile launchers and planes
I get up and hop outside where I met with chaos, people running away
The siren goes off, I know what this means…
...Light beams and shattered dreams!!!
I can believe I’m still writing all this down I need to hide
But I know ill never see the sight…of my 6 month old baby cry
or my family, friends again…the devils now in my presents for hell
I close my eyes, drop to my knees, and let go of the pen!!


Jornal Of
Tom Peters (u.s Marine)