Diary entry

January 27 1915
Dear diary,

This is going to be the last time I write to you, the last

time I write down my thoughts, the last time I see Tommo, my
last time on earth. I am being sentenced to death by firing
squad. I am scared, heck I am terrified, but I need to stay
strong for me, for my family, for Tommo. It will be over
quick…. I hope.

I think I will go to heaven, see father, and Bertha, it will

be better there, no more trenches, no more guns, no Horrible
Hanley (for now) it will be better there. I will look on the
bright side, sing oranges and lemons, and accept the fate.

Thank you for listening to me diary.

Goodbye, Charlie Peaceful