The diary of the unknown soilder
NOVEMBER 24, 1943
It has been almost six months since I last saw American soil, my family, or my home. My heart aches every moment becau everywhere I look I e piles of rubble where hous ud to stand and lifeless bodies that once moved around with the joy of life inside them. It is as if I have stared into death's eyes and en its hatred, its coldness. If it would have been some strangers' corps that I had en I might have taken it lighter. But the lifeless heaps are, or ud to be, my friends and colleagues. They all came here with an air of confidence and eagerness, ready to win. What fools they were! Couldn't tho men e that what they received was a one-way ticket to death, couldn't they have opened their eyes! Of cour, I was like them, but I have changed my views since the last D-day, when our regiment was assigned to protect London.2012年12月四级听力
Today was rainy and cold, just like any other, when, out of the blue, German fighter planes bombarded our small, makeshift camp. All I could hear were the sounds of bombs explodin
g, crippling tho people in their way. I was suddenly knocked into a trench and able to be undetected by the planes circling overhead. I was lucky.
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fgd When I came to, the Axis planes had gone and the few survivors that were left began scooping up bodies. I suffered minor head injuries, but the rest of my platoon wasn't so fortunate. All I can say to describe the aftermath of the explosions is that it was a a of blood. Right about this time thoughts of suicide entered my head, but I decided that I must go on. I must go on living this nightmare, if not for mylf or my country, then for my family back home. I want my children to have a father. My family has been nding me mail, but I have received only a few letters so far. Oh, how I wish I could e my darling daughters! They are experiencing tough times too, with the food shortage problems and all. I hope the garden that they planted is growing. My thoughts drift to my wife now. She is so dear to me that I can't stop thinking about her.麦克杰克逊的歌
My job now is plane spotting. It is a civilian's task, but there are no more civilians left to do it. I must end this entry now becau I am too tired to go on writing. All I ask is that I be alive when this ends. Although I'm not so sure I'll get my wish.
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I do not remember why I ever came here. Why does war have to be the way problems are solved? War just creates more problems; something every nsible person knows. I guess that means people like Hitler aren't nsible. Now my K-rations are running low. My joints are frozen stiff and my ammunition has been ud up. Word has it that the Axis powers are nding troops to our location within the month. My situation is grim and the odds of winning, or even surviving, em unlikely. More blood has been shed and my body simply cannot take it. When I eat, sleep, and fight I have to stare at cold, lifeless soldiers that look like they were never alive. If I return home I vow to keep the soldiers' memories alive by telling their families they died bravely in an effort to save their country from turmoil. While that might not provide much to help them cope with their loss, it will make the children feel like their fathers made a difference.
A few days ago my ragtag group of soldiers journeyed to a small European town that ha
d been untouched by warfare. Still, the townspeople took all of the proper wartime precautions. One night, as I performed my routine watch, I pasd a young girl of no more than twelve or thirteen, who was walking home. I couldn't help thinking about my two daughters when I saw her. I fell apart inside and broke into tears, wondering yet again if I would ever e my family. I would give anything to e them, even if it was for five minutes! I am not a man made for war, nor am I an adventurous person. I do not even remember my reason for joining in this madness! I guess I thought it was something that had to be done. A saying I once heard strikes a painful note in my head, "Even one war is too many." The person who said it had a valid point. Never have I been so enraged at my fellowman before. Humans do err, but that is no excu for ending innocent lives and destroying whole countries! No one has that right. How can we be so lfish and ignorant as to not care about each other! This thought makes me sicker than when I am staring at heaps of bodies strewn over the tattered soil.
DECEMBER 24, 1943
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I think we have a spy in our regiment becau the nightmare has surfaced again. Our "cret" location is being invaded by Nazi troops as I write this down. I have hidden mylf in a small trench, my last hope for surviving. I wish, with all my soul, that I could be home now, in my own bed, waiting for Christmas morning to come. The children would be tucked in their beds, and my wife and I would be soundly asleep in our room. I am struggling to calm mylf down, but my face is covered in dirt and sweat, and my head is pounding like mad. I am so clo to death that I can actually feel its fiery breath engulfing me. To help keep me from panicking I am thinking of my daughters' faces as they open their prents on Christmas Day. The faces are all aglow with delight. I will always remember their faces, wait—I hear footsteps coming in my direction. My rifle is uless since there are no shells in it. If this is my last entry then plea, whoever finds this, return it to my family. Oh my God! I can e from my hiding spot that a Nazi soldier is inspecting the trench. It is only a matter of time before he finds me. I have one last question before I die. Why?
