Entry 1
The smell of fresh entrails is so strong I must cover my mouth with a dirty rag as I write this. I am staring at my comrade, Lieutenant Dan, and observing his condition: a bone protruded out of his leg which moved with his rattling breath – it is a cruel fate to be confined to, to be a good soldier and merely wanting to return to the country he loved. His moaning seems synchronised with the rocking lifeboat, and his muscles, visible to the naked eye, writhed underneath the surface as he drew breath. The weather seems to agree with the mood – the sky this morning seems reflects a grey iron curtain that refuses to roll back and reveal daylight. The mood of the other three men on the ship seems to sour the air I breathe, they look at me a soulless, lifeless stare. …show more content…
A violent storm had torn through our metal sanctuary like paper and left myself – Captain Odysseus, captain of the ship – Lieutenant Dan, and 3 other men unknown to me huddled within a dank, cramped lifeboat. Lieutenant Dan had served with me on the frontline. We had fought together, killed together, and it now seems as if we will die together.
Last night was the first time I have slept peacefully since my 10 years of war. Upon these last days I have decided to write these passages to account for my following my departure of the battlefield. I fear in my heart for my wife and son and their suffering upon my death, so I write this in the hope that it will provide them some