Journal One

My name is…well, not too sure what my name is. I know this is not where I am supposed to be. Maybe I am supposed to be here. If only I could remember. The doc says that if I write stuff down then maybe I will remember. I wonder why he is called “Doc”. Hmm… that’s just what the others called him. I wonder if he remembers things. We don’t talk about that. No one talks about the past. It’s like they don’t want to remember. Well, here goes.

The first thing I remember is waking up on the sand of this beach, with water to my front and trees of indescribable size and shapes to my rear. I looked around and couldn’t recognize anything. I remember my vision is blurred. I couldn’t tell, at the time, if my eyes were just getting used to the tropical sun, or they were trying to see through the maze of confusion that was my mind.

I remember the first time I met the others. After waking up on the beach and clearing my eye sight, I strolled down the beach. I’m not sure what exactly I was looking for. I just know that I couldn’t sit still. Sitting still would be like dying. Dying just won’t do…won’t do at all. Dying would be like giving up! There’s no giving up, soldier! The Army doesn’t give up. The Army doesn’t lose!

Journal Two

Sorry about that last entry. I don’t know what made me angry. Doc says that maybe my mind is fighting my remembering. I don’t know what that means. Why would my mind want to stop me from remembering? What did I forget?

Well, no worries. Doc says for me to keep writing no matter what. So that’s what I am going to do.

Let me continue by describing this place. It is quite beautiful. As I said before, there is water that seems to go all the way to the end of the world. In the other direction there are trees. Big trees. Don’t know nothing about the trees. Doc says that they are just here… like us. I’m not sure if I know what he means by that, but I believe him. The others say that he is the oldest. He has been here way longer than us.

When the light goes out, the sky is twinkling with light. It’s like the sky has been covered by this old cloth that has holes in it and the light is trying to get through it. But these lights seem to move. Not very fast, but slowly. I watch them at times. I like to watch them. When I am watching them, things don’t seem so bad.