Dear diary,
I have lost a dear friend this day, my only friend in fact... We were almost prepared to leave front lines when the enemy attacked. Our flares lit up the land, the soldier bathed in light, barely hidden in trenches. A hail of bullets was released but it was too late, for my friend at least. He had been shot in the shoulder but it wasn't fatal if treated straight away.

I started dragging him further into the trenches to keep him safe but soon everything went went quiet, just a few remaining gun shots before.. "GAS!!"
I quickly scrambled for my gas mask. As I secured mine on, the sickly, green tinted gas seeped in around us. I searched desperately for my friend's mask as he began to writhe in pain while white, disgusting foam poured out of the sides of his mouths.

I knew it was too late but I kept searching, trying to drag him away while patting him down for his mask.. even when he finally stopped moving and when his eyes rolled back. I guess it was just denial keeping me there, not letting me realise he was gone.

I only left his side when my commanding officer stormed through the trenches with the survivors, screaming at me to move, most of his words drowned out by the hoots of falling bombs.

I am writing this as soon as possible, the sun has just risen as I'm writing this entry, and I am just here to say that I have suffered from the worst battle scar a man can get, the worst lose anyone could loose... Hope..

War is terrifying by what it can do to a man.. making him not fear death, but not out of bravery or denial of what is to come to all of us but just out of sheer lose of hope... of spirit and will.

I do not believe in a God yet I don't fear death because I no longer have a reason to live.. With no family and now no friends, I have no belonging in this world and I would not want one. I don't want to live in a place where such an innocent child, seeking honor and righteousness in fighting for his country could die in such a gruesome, horrible way.

But there is no point wallowing in sadness and self pity and there is no point in continuing this diary of mine since who will be there to read it? No one will care about me or these words, not even me  since I am now just a hollow husk of a man and my thoughts and feelings about this life will never change for as long as I breathe so what is the point filling up these pages with the same thoughts over and over again.

This is my final entry, my final message. I have spilt what is left of my heart and mind on these pages and so this is my final goodbye...

Goodbye/ a List Soldier

Hey guys, this is just a little diary entry I had to do for my English class of a soldier at war. What do you guys think? / Interrobang?!