our last day here! we made due with what was there and me and Tiffany survived. we now live in Seattle together and i got married to a man named David at 28 and had kids at 30. Tiffany got married to a boy named Antonio at the age of 26  and had kids at the age of 30 1/2. we still thought about what happened 40-45 , and now that i have gotten it right in my life,i think i will never do that same mistake again…

                        Megan: 1915-1998 died of old age and buried under a willow tree with David.

                       Tiffany:1917-1983 68 and died in a cemetery crashed  because of a taxi driver.

                       David: 1916-1993 died of loneliness in a house when Megan was away for a week.

                       Ronald: 1898-1943 died in bombing incident

things were getting better . the germans were dying off in my area. tiffany is still well, and i really think in a positive way of ronald . 2000 soldiers were killed in germany by our troops at camp, i on the other hand almost got shot in the foot.lukily i had remembered the gymnastics from when i was 17. that saved my life. now when i went to bed it was snuggly from the new winter blankets we had . me and tiffany snuck out that night to spy on th e tent neighbors harold and josephine. we were tempted to throw leftovers at them,but we did not.the day is coming to an end i will have to say good night at 12.

 … when i saw a woman standing next to me , i knew she came from the other side of great britan . i haven’t seen her face at my camp and she was my pal when i first knew her . but when we fought face to face with the germans , she got hit in the arm. i screamed. i did not need another dead friend. i got her to the nurse and within a week she healed. i sat with her that week not thinking of the outside world and what i was supposed to be doing. tiffany was her name if i did not tell that to you . she was about 23, a 2 year differance from me and when she was ready to fight, i made sure to be more careful of our surroundings.but i didn’t forget ronald. when ever i think of him i think of his jokes and i think of him in a positive way and cry of happiness

 this is the day i arrive at camp. the camp is small but it meets my needs . the only thing i think about now is the new troops coming in from great britan. they carried ronald’s body to the other side to great britan. now i went and fought the war from the pain out of the adrenalin that rushed me inside knowing i can make it this far in the battle,that ronald would be proud of me…

i have been transported to a new base camp. i had been aware of my surroundings scince last night. thieves tried to steal the last of the bases food. my last home base was bombed when i was away to spy on the enemy troops. whaen i got there, my friend ronald had been killed in the bombing.