May 28, 1995

            It has been a rough year. First that plan crash, then that entire then island tribal thingy or what ever, but thank God it’s all over. The irony of it all though is that I finally mad a friend, and he ends up dying. Everyone, including Jack and Roger has gone back to our original way of life. The officer that saved us said, that we might have to join in the fight, despite how young we are. Jack and roger seem to be happy about this idea, but they have no clue. Hunting pigs is no comparison to war. Luckily I’ve been trained for this sort of out look, with all my years in military school. Looking back a couple of years, if I knew that I would be fighting in war I probably would’ve paid more attention. 

 

I’m excited to get to land, the officer recognized my last name and told me that my dad was coming over for support. I finally get to meet him. (I’ll post pics of me and him later.) If some how I was able to make it out of war alive, with my dad and go back home, hopefully to find my mother all right I’ll be the happiest boy alive. But first things first, war.

--> May 21, 1944

I never thought I would make it here, at school. This is my first year here, and I would like to say I had a pretty good year. I didn’t get in any trouble, and I can probably thank military school for that. I didn’t make any friends though. I think it’s because I am so shy. Well I'm not shy, I am just used to keeping to myself form military school. I was always the best in gym class, because I was the best runner, swimmer, and climber. I have come so far in the past year. From being that bad little kid in military school, to being a B+ student in my new school, and my mom always believed in me. If only my father was here to see me now. Luckily I have my mom. She’ll do anything to protect me, ANYTHING, her words. I love her so much. 

Because of school, I am so much smarter than what I was in the begging of this year. I know how to spell better, I know how to do math, I know bigger words, and I know my grammar a little bit better. Military school didn’t really teach me anything, so I had to learn, and teach myself everything, and that made me kind of dumb. Once again I would truly like to think my mother for all she’s done.

~Ralph

May 14, 1943

Ok, so, today is my first day in boarding school. Well… not exactly. This is actually my 5^th year. BUT! My mom sent me a letter saying if she dont get no more letters from the genral, sayin how bad I am this year, ican come home to actually go to real school. Maybe that way I can actually get some more educatin. I meen…  As of tomorrow I will be 10, and I dont know hardly any big words, or how to spell sometypes of words. This might be the toughest year of military school, yet! A hole year without any trouble at all!? That might be hard. But my motivation for me stayin out of trouble is seein my mom and actually goin to school. So officially as of today! Today is my first journal entry for my last year in military school. So, ya, ive never really rite, so I am not really good at it. Mabe when I get out ill make lots of friends and teach me how to be more normal, and I can teach them how to do fisical stuff like running, and swimming, and things.

Rite now, I dont really have to many friends, I try to, but they isolate themself from me. It might be better for me not to make friends. BUT SCHOOL! That’s all I can think about since I got that letter from my mom. I mean school can make me smarter, because I'm kinda dumb as of now, but in a year I will be more smarter.  Maby ill join the boy scouts! Ill be the best boy scout ever! I would be in charge of EVERYTHING! I dont really kno what all they do, but I feel like the 3 years hear, I would be the best at all activities. They even teach us survival tips and other things. I feel… just like my dad! If the hoe scool thing dont work I can always go to the navy like him.

O YA! Ps, if your reading this, you have found my secret journal and I'm laughing at you, because YOUR stupid butt is in this place, and not me. So ha!

~Ralph