Day 3

Perhaps I was wrong about war; maybe glory was just an illusion tricking my eyes from seeing the cold, hard truth that was war.

Osborne is dead.

Killed by a Boche grenade.

I had a fight with Stanhope; he really is a different person.

Just like what Osborne had told me.

Well, I just had dinner with my men. Sergeant Baker suggested that I did so but I knew I had to have dinner with my fellow officers; Stanhope had invited me. And yet I did. Maybe I was trying to get my mind off Osborne, I really don't know.

No one seems to care about Osborne. It was as if he was never there to begin with.

But maybe I misunderstood Stanhope; I mean, Osborne was the only person who really understood him.

The big raid is tomorrow, so I really should be getting some rest soon.

Jimmy.