Is the year 2060 and like one of my ancestors I find myself in a ship that goes to foreign lands, to fight and die for reasons that do not understand, to kill another human being who speaks another language, who Just a little different from me.
At my side are my classmates, we are all Marines, and at the moment we are afraid to die. Son, you are about to be born, I will write in this diary, everything, I will tell you how little I understand of this war, I will tell you my story, as soon as possible I will send you this diary, I hope to be able to give it myself.
I was very young when I entered the academy, the truth was I did not want to go in, my dream was always to be a painter, or to explore the ocean, somehow or other I just wanted to draw the bottom of the oceanic depths, that remains as unexplored Same space, scary is dark, and the pressures of water in the depths could crush you like a roach.
Was the year 2057, and the coalition of Western countries had sent a few thousand soldiers to Europe, apparently there were tensions, so they reinforced the military presence, in lat tv and on the internet were commercialized coal army, Urged us to enlist in coalition forces for the defense of the West, if you enlisted you could opt for free university education in several schools, in addition to being able to be from the navy, and be able to be inside a gigantic submarine
Some years ago I had finished high school, I was about 20 years old, I was not very clear what to do with my life, what I knew was that I wanted to draw and to know the bottom of the sea.
So I entered the coalition navy, my family was delighted, there were always soldiers in the family, one of my grandfathers fought in the 2nd world war, another in korea, vietnam, and so on in the following wars, so My family was happy to follow the tradition, it was also a good excuse to get me out of the house.
After a modest farewell party, in which they told me the usual, like "come back alive" "do not be a hero" I went to the academy On the way I thought, I do not intend to be a hero, I just want to draw the seabed, when I'm in that steel shell, miles deep, on the seabed.
The days of the academy were quite routine, exercise, shooting classes, knowing the equipment, although I was quite disappointed, we still had not seen the water, but nevertheless had enough time to draw. At that time the war was very distant, although our superiors were always preparing for it.
One day we got permission, and as good soldiers we went to the nearest barT hose friends of the academy were becoming my brothers in arms, in that bar we made jokes about what we would do when we had the enemy in front, we were brave and Tough guys, I would like to have that same feeling at the moment.
1 day left me permission, and I had heard that about the academy could rent a small submarine for 2 people, unfortunately none of my friends wanted to go, everyone was tired from the night before departure to the bar Arrived at where it was supposed to rent the submarine, and although I was alone I was ready to go down with my camera to immortalize whatever it was found down there, at that time I met your mother, she was curious about the seabed as I, But her friends were afraid to go down, and like every good soldier who short money convinced her to lower the two..clearly dividing the account half and half.
I do not want to make you the long story, and your mother prefers to tell this story, she's actually a lot better at it than I am. Years passed in the academy and a very bad news came to me, I had to spend at least 5 years of studies to be able to enter a submarine, the world was coming down, had I known it had started earlier, but here they did not finish. bad news.
Days later we received the news that we would be shipped to Europe with the other soldiers, so we felt confident, when I returned I could start my training to finally enter the submarine.
I am in a ship, a battleship, a big ship that carries weapons that could end the human live, just by pressing a button, I have never felt so scared in my life, as I peer through the small hatch, and see the Enemy fleet.It seems that we are facing a ceasefire, no one wants to start the end of the year with a massacre, I wonder what they think, they will have the same fear that I? Does any painter speak among them? Who wants to know the seabed?
The next morning begins, barely if the sun has risen, I'm already in my post, with my finger on the trigger, the message dron is about to collect the physical cards, I hope that with this you can know a little more of me I hope I can write to you again
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