23 September 1863
I will never forget today. It was my blessing that I had been able to write this entry, for I nearly had not been able to. We had just engaged in a bloody skirmish outside town today, and had encountered immense devastation. My platoon had been decimated, yet we had to trudge on through this sludge in our tracks that seem to go on endlessly. Midnight had descended, and eerie silence and darkness haunted our surroundings. We barely had some respite, yet gory scenes of that horrific experience flashes across my damned mind. As I immersed into the thoughts of today's events, a sense of adrenaline surged through me. Then all hell swarmed across my mind. The intense ferocity and cruelty, all the gore. Amidst the air through which bullets are searing through, I vividly recalled how bullets battered one of my pitiful comrades, and most importantly, his writhing face and eyes as he went into his death throes. As his body jolted through the air, scarlet red blood was spewed out incessantly, and within a matter of a few seconds, he landed heavily on the floor with a thud, lying lifelessly. That was not the end. I was so engrossed in witnessing his death that I had become a target myself instead. Before I realised anything, I felt a whiz pass my face and next an excruciating pain in my shoulder. I clutched at my wound and immediately scurried back to the medics, where I was given medical attention. I seriously understood the meaning of life, how defenseless and weak we actually are in the eyes of the deadly weapons that we invented ourselves. How blessed are we..........
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