The journey starts here. I don’t know if I’ll be able to record everything about it but I’ll try. My mother made me promise that I write in this journal as often as possible. She believes that writing your thoughts in journals keeps you sane. So I promised her, to comfort her. My brother and I made up, we had cried and celebrated my departure. I think I’m already home sick. I have left today at noon from Halifax. It was difficult seeing the coast slowly shrink as we left. This would be the last time I would see home for a very long time. I hope this trip won’t be long. I don’t want to get sea sick.
I met someone on the boat today, his name was Samuel and he happens to be my roommate. You won’t believe half of these men of the ships I recognized, some of them used to be classmates. The boat was gigantic that there is a swimming pool in the middle yet the water is freezing! My sister would have loved it here, she loves going to a lot of adventures. There must be a thousand men on board, although we are all riding to London, it is hard to imagine the life these men left behind to fight for their country.
It has only been 4 days since we’ve left and it seems I’ve been on the ship for a week. Last night, some kid, I’d say about eighteen, was crying in his bunk. Everyone was asleep and didn’t seem to hear him, yet I couldn’t help but hear the opposite. I was wide awake and those beds are really uncomfortable. He must have missed home and his family. He’s not the only one. We all miss home but we weren’t brave as he was to accept the situation we were all in.
The weather was grand today but tonight was one of those lovely nights when the wind blows rather gustily and the trees rustle and sway. The clouds are in large black rolls with a grey horizon and blotchy black and blue-grey patterns everywhere. Just a wild night hear the patter of rain on the panes of glass and the wind getting stronger. London is crying from above, Germans have conquered the majority of Europe and are now aiming to claim the British Colony. We prepare for the enemies to come and soon we will fight. I used to love these wild lovely nights, the morning following them are sweet and fresh but now instead the best we could get during the night are the news of no deaths and no damages. I just hope that tomorrow will be dry so training wouldn’t be a pain.