As i wrote to my mother it just broke my heart, she never wanted me to go join the union. she never really liked war and i would find it funny that she just loved to talk about her famous apple pie if someone brought up war. i enlisted because i felt as if it was my duty to. i felt us less and week while brave soldiers gave there life. When i finally had the courage to write to my mother i wrote;...

dear journal, 1943 january 4.This is just inhumane. I just witness countless murders in front of me. Why isn’t anyone doing anything? This is hell. The burning bodies and lack of food. I never thought any human good or bad could come down this low from the depths of this unimaginable place. I can’t bear to see my comrades in this situation. Everyday there are men who are picked off each day...