A page from the Diary of a Lucky Soldier

My dear journal, I know that I haven't written much yet but lately the army has become a difficult place for methe war we were in started to take over us and was pressing harder on our shoulders.Yesterday while I was in the ditch we dug, I lost myself in my thoughts for a few moments, surrounded by my comradesand the sounds of bullets and bombs blaring and exploding around us. But I can say I'm luckybecause yesterday the metal helmet I had on my head saved my life, the life I could lose because of onethe bullet that was destined to hit me, that a few centimeters were missing for my life to be taken.Then I understood how important the protective equipment we had made of the anti-glot vest and helmetThe moment the bullet hit my helmet knocked me to the ground and the helmet fell a few feet from medue to the fact that I had not caught it with the security sales. The corporal came then helped me get up from the groundhe encouraged me and told me to lift my helmet to put it back on my head and to make sure it was properly attached. I joined myselfI lifted the helmet, put on my head and made sure I went back to the position, in my mind I was starting to see againthat moment again and again, each time with a different ending. I have been dead so many times that I could notcount on your fingers. Unfortunately I will have to end my discussion with you here because I only have 3 hours to rest, then it will be time to return to my position, probably the war will not end soonso dear diary you will soon help from me if I do not die. If tomorrow is the last day of my lifeI imagine someone will find you and be able to find out what happened here. I closed these lines, thinking of my loved ones and hopingto a better world once the war is over, we all hope that the wasted lives here will not be in vain.