Jan. 26

Dear Journal, 

I have to admit, I’ve chosen a rather unfortunate time to start writing. I can hear the explosions—of course, they’re just for training, but it’s still quite jarring. If you can’t tell, I haven’t been doing this for very long, “this” being serving in the military, specifically the army.

I’m writing this to keep track of my life from now on. I don’t really have much to keep track of in the first place, but I just enlisted, and I’d like to think there’d be something left of me here if I were to…for my family I mean. They should know about me.

There aren’t a lot of people who know me well, including my own family. There’s Bryce though. He’s—Sorry. I have to go. I’ve got to make it to training on time. I don’t want to get yelled at. Again.

-Adrian