Dear Diary,

         Many things have changed since the last time I poured out my heart to you... I now look over from the side of my hospital bead soon to return home due to the injuries I obtained on the island. I look back, all I see is chaos, sadness, and despair nothing more. The initial shock of coming home was indescribable.  I often find myself wondering if I really made it back or if this is a wondrous dream, and I am soon to be awoken with the prodding of Jacks double sided spear. My parents were ecstatic when the saw me crying as well as smiling, but you could see the worry and angst in their eyes, not just because of me but the stress of the war had gotten to them….

          

Now that I am back I doubt that I will be able to erase these horrors from my memory but I will do the best to continue on living as I had before. I have had many of my old mates come and visit it is just such a pity not a single one knows what truly happened, nor will I tell them.

PS: This will be my last entry for quite some time, but I reassure you that I will be back some day with a fresh ink well and quill…