No invasion has taken place yet. We have shot down many Germans planes on our coast, Germany unsuccessfully attempts to gain control of our British airspace as a prelude to a ground invasion. We were told that the Germans initially targeted ports and air force bases, our army are now base near airspace ready to protect, so far we have been told of no very bad damages although people have been killed and more injured.
The training continues every day and each hour spent outside you experience the real situation. You get tested, you’re prepared but I was once told that you could never be prepared for something as worse than a war. Our training consists of crawling between mud and around dead people. You learn to have a very strong stomach and I am not talking about the food they served around here. We spent the whole day marching and more training. For each bullet aimed at you, you learn how to react quickly, and for each second you waste of not training, will be the last you see the world before pools of blood bury you alive. We were taken to shooting practice and with each piercing of rapid bullets aimed, you hear nothing but your heart beating against your chest. Why do we do this? I felt sick that night, I missed everything, I missed home.
Samuel and I got letters from home today, and I couldn’t be happier. My mom says she was doing fine and so are my brother and sisters. Scott had just turned eighteen and he told my mother that he wanted to join the army, and god I forbid him to go. I don’t want him here. I would do anything for him to stay safe at home. Mom says everyone at home pretty much has a job, either making crops for the farm or making ammunition.
I have asked a day off for the weekend today as Samuel and I decided to do something in London for a change. Our officers understood as we had felt home sick and haven’t been doing quite well lately. Samuel had promised to bring me somewhere I would love, I sort of don’t trust him with our plans, but right now all I could wish for is to be somewhere other than the tight space we were given in our tents.