The day Chris came back from war

Dear diary,

Day 234 and certainly the last day of war. I am finally coming home, never felt more bewildered. I dont know if to feel happy or sad. My best buds are dead. Just dead. And from what? you will never guess. That’s right, cracked cylinder heads. Who is the idiot who would send cracked cylinder heads?!?! If i will find this person i will kill him! This world is so messed up, with the unnecessary wars, the selfish people who only care about themselves!

I wonder what is going on with Larry, i haven’t seen him yet. Oh well, I bet he is ok.

I wonder how Ann is holding up… iv’e been thinking about her a lot lately. She is the most beatiful woman i’ve met my whole life. I would be the luckiest man alive if she was mine. Too bad she’s Lary’s girl…

Anyway, im going to murder the bastard who sent the cracked cylinder heads. At least I know it’s not my father, he says he’s sick.

That’s it for today, Bye diary