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11/11
William told me that I should keep a diary to document everything that has happened before and everything that will happen now. He gifted me this book along with a cane, which I appreciate greatly. It has always been hard to walk after the incident with that grenade, so I used to use my rifle, however now that the war has ended, I am unable to just walk around with a rifle in hand. Due to this, I have lately been using a pole I found on the ground once, though now I am able to disregard that in favour of the cane William gave me. I know what he intends for me to write about in this book, and I don’t see how it will help, but I trust him, and maybe this shall be used to demonstrate the horrors of war to ensure the next generation won’t need to be pained like we were.
My father always spoke of how I would be the strongest soldier my country has, how proud he would be of me then. He was always so loving with me, despite how cruelly he treated my mother and grandmother. He always said that he would love me no matter what, and ensured I was cared for properly. That changed when the war came around, however. He got so cold all of a sudden, and when the soldiers came around for recruits, instead of volunteering himself despite his speeches about the greatness of war and how much of an honour it was to participate, he signed me up. Of course my mother tried to argue, as did my grandmother, but he despised when they spoke against him. The only thing I could hear that night before being put to bed were their screams.
The other soldi Mrs. Smith has said that dinner is ready, therefore I must finish my writing now. I will continue another day, though not tomorrow since William is taking me into town.
— Fritz Fuchs