November 23rd: Dear mom and dad,
Today is Thanksgiving but I don’t get to be with my family. I get to spend it in the middle of a desert.
The war just broke out and everything is chaos. So many people have already been injured. I thought taking a job to tap what happened would be easier. Why was I so naive. I never thought that it would be this bad. I have been in the middle of the war. In the middle of bodies falling. So many people have fallen.
I went out before it had first broken out and taped it. The land was flat making it impossible for hiding. There were a few tall cacti, and some bushed but other than that there was pretty much nothing. The commanding officer of my ground sent me out with several other people. We all walked through the desert. The sun beat down on us. We had all just left but were already covered in sweat. I am glad that all of you were able to cool off in the November temperature of Washington. I wish I was there with you.
Once we were out there it was my job to tap everything that was out here. They wanted to get the landscape before anything happened. That didn’t go as planned though. As we were out there we were being watched. The other side had decided to send scouts out and they saw us. Before we could do anything they opened fire. Three of the men with me were shot and killed right away. I watched their bodies fall to the ground. My heart speed up and I began running. The other two men with me began firing back at the scouts. Just like that it turned to chaos. By the time I had gotten back to the fort all the men with me where dead.
I got into the fort and everyone came running. They all were asking questions and yelling things. I couldn’t focus on them though. The images of their bodies dropping to the ground. The BOOM of the guns ringing in my ears. I couldn’t do anything.
By the time that I was in control of myself again I could see the two people still in front of me. It was the captain and the general. They were kneeled down in-front of me. They both looked frightened and maybe a little sad. I couldn’t comprehend the fact that they were here. I asked them why they were here and all they responded with were more questions. They asked if we had seen the scouts, or if we had heard anything, or even about what it felt like in the moment. The worst part though was the fact that they asked me if I had gotten it all on the video.
Once they had asked that I got up and left. I jogged to my small little room/living space. When I got there I sat on the bed and put the videotape on the table. I haven’t left my room since and I don’t intend on it. This whole things is so hard for me. I wish you guys were here. I’m really sorry for not telling you what I was doing, or for spending one last with you guys. I love you guys so much.
- Kit Jnx
December 5th: Dear mom and dad,
Everyone is saying that today will be the last day of the war. It has been chaos. The first few days I was terrified and almost always refused to go out of my room. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I have been put right into the big battles. They wanted me to get as much of the action as I could. They had soldiers guarding me making sure nothing happened to me. Every Time I would have to watch those people fall to the ground. Once they did I would either be pulled out or have more people come to watch me.
I can’t believe that I am just standing here watching all my friends fall around me. All those dying around me as I stand there and do nothing to help them. I wasn’t even given a gun until two days ago.
It had been such a long time I feel that I have been her for years. I really miss you guys and wish that I could be with you instead. They are taking me in the middle of the battlefield again. They want me to get some of the big scenes.
There have been so many people dead. So many people who have died. At this point I don’t know which side of the war has more deaths. Each side seems to be suffering the same way. Something I don’t understand. Why do we have to fight. Each side has major casualties but regardless of that we still fight. We still kill each other. Neither side taking anything of it. Why do we do this. I don’t understand.
I don’t want to go back into the field and get a lot of people killed. I don’t want them risking their lives to protect me. I should be the one who is dying not them. Why do they have to die for me. Why is it so important for me to live while they die. I don’t want them dying anymore for me. It is time that I risk my life to save them. I am going to fight. I am going to risk my life for my fellow soldiers rather than just taping them all dying right in front of me. I don’t want to watch them all die anymore. I want to be able to protect them. I want to be able to save them from dying.
The war will end today. We will all make sure that the war ends and that we make is home to our families. I know that not all of us will make it back alive, but I will make it so that those around me will make it back alive. They will get to see their families one more time. If it comes down to it I will sacrifice myself so that they may live and go home. I will take as many bullets as I can. I will do everything in my power so that they can go home. I don’t care if it kills me. I hope that it doesn’t come down to it but I will do it if I have to, because I know that they deserve to live just as much as I do. The only difference is that they have something to come home too.
They have mothers and father. They have a wife and kids. They have friends. That is the only difference because when we get down to it. No one would really miss me if I just didn’t come home. No matter how much you guys think that you like me you don’t. I have seen the way you treat everyone else compared to me. You probably didn’t even know I left did you.? You just care about yourself and all of the other family. I was always the outcast that no one wanted to hang out with. No one wanted to be with me or even talk to me. Not even you. It’s okay though because no matter how much you ignored me I still loved you.
If I don’t make it back alive though I just want you to know that I love you. Please don’t blame yourself. There was nothing that you could’ve done. You didn’t even know that I was leaving or that I did leave. It was my own choice. Tell everyone that I loved them and that I will miss them. I wish I could’ve said goodbye to you one more time in person. I wish I could’ve given you one more hug. Felt the warm embrace of you guys on more time but I know that it wouldn’t have happened anyways.
John just ran in saying that it is time to move out. He is the one person here that I would call my friend. After the first day when all those men were killed he was assigned to guard me. He was supposedly one of the best soldiers. Out of all the times that I went out he was always there. He was the one person who hadn’t died on me yet.
He had told me about his wife and daughter. He told me about how he missed them so much and that if he didn’t make it he wanted me to find them and tell them about what he had done. It made my heart ache. I felt so sad for him and worried that when we went out that he would fall to the ground next to me dead. That I would have to tell his family that he died trying to save me. That is one of the things that I won’t let happen. I can't let him die. If anyone should make it out of this war it should be him.
Well I need to go. It is finally time to see what I am really made of. To see if I’m brave enough to sacrifice myself for others. It is time to end this war. I can’t believe it is finally here. How has time moved so fast. Well I guess this is the end. I pray that I see you again but if not please read through this and know that everything that I said is true, every single word I said.
- Kit Jnx
(3rd person):
There was gunfire going off everywhere. Loud booms from grenades going off, and lots and lots of screaming. There were bodies everywhere. Blood littering their faces and the ground beneath them. In the middle of their field was a large group of people. Each holding guns shooting as someone stood in the middle filming everything. She held a gun in one hand shooting someone every so often. They moved through the field guarding one another, but they grabbed the woman in the middle more. They knew she was too special to risk dying.
As they moved they were completely unaware of the man was lying on the ground. He grabbed one by the foot and pulled out a grenade. Before anyone had anytime to react he pulled the cord and through the grenada in the middle of the crowd. Within the next second everyone dove for cover except the young woman. She jumped on top of it.
The bomb went off and that that was the end. One of the soldiers, John, jumped up immediately when he knew he hadn’t died and ran to her. The rest of them slowly sat up trying to comprehend what had just happened. They were all completely unharmed by the explosion. She held to her promise and protected them all. She was on her back as blood soaked through her armored uniform.
“Is it over.”
“Yes it’s over.” he told her, “Why did you do that?‘
“Because I couldn’t let you die. You have to go home and see your daughter again.”
“But you won't see your family. Don’t you want to see them?” he asked desperately trying to keep her talking.
“It doesn't matter. They don’t care about me anyways. They won’t miss me.”
“Don't say that they will.”
“Ca...can you give them m...m...my diary.” she stuttered. Her breath ragged and course. Her skin getting paler and paler.
“I will.”
“Th...Than...Thank you.”
“No please stay awake.” but it was too late. She was gone. Her heart no longer beating. Her hand fell limply at her side. It fell next to her cracked and broken helmet.
When the war finally ended they won. They had beaten the other side but with many casualties. They had lost thousands of people. The rest went home. In the group of people going home was the crowd of people that Kit had saved. They all made it thanks to her sacrifice. John was finally going home to see his family. He left with the video camera in his hand and the diary of Kit in his other. He would take the diary to her parents. He would tell them or all the fantastic things that she did, and then he would give the video recorded to the film producers so that they could finish was she started. He would make sure that she was remembered.
Desert war that was the title of the story that she made. They had finished her story. They took lines that she said in her diary at the request of her parents and added that. It was her story. Now she would be remembered forever. She wouldn’t be forgotten. Her story would remain alive forever, never to be forgotten.
That was the final chapter. It's over.
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