Posted by M.I.K. (216.58.69.171) on August 19, 2001 at 01:37:18:
More moons ago than I care to remember, I found pieces of a journal in the mud. Not much, really, just a few pages. I never did find out who the author was. On one of the pages was this log entry:
"We ate hot chow this morning
They gave us some sort of pills too
Nobody knew what they were for
Nobody asked"
"[unreadable]...
...we didn't know much about him
He said he was an orphan
They patched him up as best they could
[unreadable]...
...we all went over to look at him
His eyes were half open
I touched [unreadable]
I don't know why
Maybe I was hoping he'd wake up
His body was still warm
I felt guilty for being alive
The scuttlebutt is that he wanted the corpsman to teach him how to pray"