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.