October 31 of 1915

What a day is it today, Halloween, and I am still in the army. The past two months have been bery good I feel with more energy than never before in my life. My performance has been great and i am now very close to the general, he has asked me in last month to assist him with the new recruits. I feel very good sharing my experinece with them. But i must say once again a chpater of my life is over, i am leaving the training camp today, i have been called by my contry to fight for him, and i think this time i am prepared to do it, but more important i want to do it. I am going to miss the place where i lived almost 7 months but now i have to keep my path. I´m taking my diary with me, so I can keen on writting what happens to me in the future. So I just have this left to say: LET´S GO TO WAR!

August 29 of 1915

Today I have return toi the training schedule, my recuperation, said the doctors was very fast, i think thats because I am  very strong, because i am young and because all my life my parents gave priority to food over other things for us. My day was actually very good, i had a cuople of problems with my phisic ussies, but they said it was normal, and i think it to, because i was almost 3 months doing nothing but resting. I am going to be training apart from the rest of the group until I get in form again to get to the group level. The general said he hopes in a month or two I will be going to war, depending on the development of my performance, its very weird, because im not afraid any more, I thing i am very exited for that they to come.

June 8 of 2011

I cant beilive it has been mora than 2 months since the last time I wrote on my diary, well until today there was nothing new to tell, and also there was no time. I thing i am getting used to training I have adapted the to schedule, and i think i have improved a lot. 6 people have left the training camp so far, and this is beacuse every month the 3 with better performance are being sent to war. I was nomited the last month but finally a boy called Michael was sent. I told you before that until today I had nothing to tell, well I must say today news aren´t very good, in the morning exercise were working with rifles to shoot some specific points, in one if the recess one on my mates accidentaly let the rifle fell to the floor and I activated when it toched the floor, i recieved a shoot in my ancle, the general was very upset, but I told him not to take acctions to my mate because it had been an accident, the doctors say probably y would need 3 months to recover my self completely. Talking about my family I have recived a couple of letters from them, I adquire this benefit with 5 more peolple about 4 weeks ego in a team competition, one of them was from my little brother, and I was impressed how well he is writting, he told me since I was not at home, there was enough money for him to return to school.

April 2 of 1915

hello again, it has been 3 weeks since I was recruit by the U.S Army, we have been very busy, we have to get up at 5.00 am in the morning and we have training the whole day, we have half and hour for lunch , and then we go back to training. This is HELL ON EARTH! I have never experienced this in my life, we eat crap, we sleep on something harder than the floor, and we are exploted, we have not choice here because you have to do what they tell you. In the good side I have been contratulated for my work a couple of times in the past two weeks they say I am strong and that I have a lot of abilities for war. Today I have a free afternoon because I won an obstacles race yerterday, but I am strating to thing is not good for me; being busy keeps me away from thinking about my old life or my family, but when I have nothign to do I miss them a lot, and rember that no more that 3 weeks ego I was playing in the yard with my little brother Thomas, he is the one who I miss the most, because my parent were always working and I spended my whole time with him, he is 8 years old, and i hope he never get so grown up to expirence what im expiecing.

March 12 of 1915

My name is Robert Jhonson Jr, I´m satrting to wirtte this diary in a very importat day for me. For months the U.S Army has been recruiting people for the army, I´m 21 years old, since the last two weeks my parents were afraid  of the U.S emisaries, who were in town here in Omaha, Nebraska, they were saying that they will take every single person between the ages of 19 and 25 because they have a better perfomnace in war issues. Today they arrived my home arround 5:00 am they told me to pack my toothbrush, boxers, a pair of socks and a pair of shoes. Writte now I am on the head quarters of the U.S Army at Chicago, it was a very long trip, I was able to shower when I got here but water was extremly cold because here the winter if ending and there is still some cold moments. The people from my town are very afraid they say they dont want to die in war, and nether do I, so thats why today I´m starting to writte this dairy, so when I die peolple could remember my story. I´m not very sure how often I am going to be able to writte because they have told us we have a lot of trainning to do.