June 1st, 1950
Dear Journal,
It’s the day before we depart for the war. Leaving for was is one of the worst feelings in the world that you could ever have in your body. Leaving for war can only mean one out of two things…come back with victory or defeat, or come back dead. Even though I have been in many other wars other than this, this one makes me feel like I’m leaving something behind. And that something is Caroline Horsley. We have known each other for about a year now, and I absolutely love everything about her. She’s like my best friend I’ve never had. But the worst thing was, I was leaving in one day, which means it would have been the last time I would ever get to see my dearest Caroline ever again. We made plans to get married immediately after I got back from the war. I wish there was something I could do to not leave, but I’ve been assigned to this job for over a year…and there was nothing I could do. Hopefully, everything turns out right, and when I get back, we will marry and start a family together. I love her so much, and I would do anything for her. I’m only hoping for the best for me and her….
Sincerely,
John
July 30th, 1953
Dear Journal,
We have finally arrived back from across the seas back to my hometown in Georgia. Everything was such a rush since the first flight home. I knew right away that the only thing on my mind was seeing my dearest Caroline Horsley once again. Before we left for war, I promised her that I would come back alive to be with her once again, and I have kept that promise deep within me, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything. I loved her more than anything in the world. I gave up everything for her, and I didn’t regret it…until now. When I got back home, I went to my home and unpacked everything, and I rode my bike to her cottage down the village road. I wanted it to be a complete surprise to her that I was back for good this time. I walked onto her lawn with great hesitation in my head. It was kind of like that feeling you get when you know something you’re about to do is wrong, but you just do it anyway. Well, as I was walking toward her door, she came running out, and kept talking as if she was hiding something. She looked like she was really excited to see me, but then yet, she looked like she wish I would have been dead, more-or-less, not have come back. We started talking occasionally until we brought up the subject about our relationship we HAD. She said that I WAS the best thing that ever happened to her, until now. She said that me going to war was the best thing for both of us because of the “problems” we were having before I left. But the only problem was, was that she admitted now, before I had left for war, was that she had found a new man, and she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t cheat on me, so obviously I have to give her credit for that. She told me she didn’t want to marry me, and that she wanted to marry her new boyfriend, Bryan McTaylor. She also told me that she didn’t want me to come to her wedding because she thought it would be difficult for me to come. I guess that’s just the hard way of living life…You think you know who someone is…until they stab you in the back…then again I don’t blame her for moving on from me when I went to war.. Hopefully someday I’ll find the right woman for me…a woman who will love me and only me…hopefully that day will come soon. As long as I live, I will always remember who Caroline Horsley was.
Sincerely,
John
January 7th, 1954
Dear Journal,
It’s been about 5 months since I’ve written in this thing, but at least its for a good cause. I’ve finally found a new love…Her name is Jane Peters. We haven’t known each other for that long, but we fell in love like no other. The day after Caroline broke up with me was the day I met Jane at the local Bar. Ever since then, we have been madly in love with each other. The reason I decided to write to you today is because today is the day before I marry Jane. I’m one of the happiest and luckiest man alive. Since the day Caroline broke up with me, I realized that it was for the best, otherwise, I wouldn’t have met Jane. Maybe if I never have met Caroline, I would have known Jane longer, but that doesn’t matter anymore, because her and I have our futures ahead of us. I love her more than anything, and I always will!
Sincerely,
John