[War Diary] Day 4327

Day 4,446, 06:39 • Published in Italy Italy • by AngeloDellaMorteTarokiu
Introduction
I used to write this kind of articles back in the days in Italian, but now the Italian community is almost dead and nobody is interested in reading my stories anymore. So I thought it might be a good idea to translate them in English, so everyone could read them. Hope you enjoy the story 🙂 If I'll see that a lot of people enjoyed this one, I'll publish another article.
War Diary, day 4327
It has been a long time before I opened again this journal, like really a lot. It wasn't no more my daily routine to hear bombs explosions ten meters from me. Nightmares were almost gone, everything was so calm and perfect. But my destiny seems tied to battlefields. This is the first time I'm writing something on paper and it took almost a month. I didn't feel good enough to write something, that's why it took me so long. And I didn't feel good because before I wasn't alone as I am now. I'm trapped in a hole dug in the dirt and I'm near Coimbra. Yes, that Coimbra. That's right, I took a flight to Portugal and now I'm here, in a pit together with my brothers in Arms.
The smell here is so unique, I mean, extraordinary in its crap: a stink of urine and rotten flesh, from the dead bodies.
My skin has the same colour as the dirt, I'm so dirty I wouldn't recognize myself in the mirror. The battle rages and it seems like our army is winning the fight, but the fight is not the war, and it will take months, maybe even years to see a winner. Italy is invaded by enemies that, back in the days, were allies. But also a civil war is destroying our country. Not all citizens like the dictatorship, like all dictatorships, but the minority is almost as big as the majority. I'm not interested in this, my only interest is to come back home. Today has been a peaceful day, I didn't need to reload my gun, but who knows what will happen tomorrow? Just cross the fingers and hope that everything will be all right.
I'll write to you soon, bye diary.