My Brother, Killed in Battle: Personal Journal Essay

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I am trapped in a world full of disappointment. Everything is wrong, but no one seems to notice. Maybe they suspect, but they don’t ask. No matter how loud my screams become, nobody pauses and listens to the words. It’s hopeless. This life, this fantasy, this dream. The thought that maybe someday I’ll be okay. That maybe someday I’ll feel happy. It’s dangerous. It’s treacherous. It’s disappointing. My heart knows I’ll never be the same. But my mind thinks perhaps it could happen. What if one day I meet someone who understands and helps me? I doubt that would happen, though. No one knows what I’ve gone through. They say they do, they claim knowledge that doesn’t exist. I’ll never forget that day, three months ago. The day two men in army …show more content…
I am trapped in a world full of disappointment. Everything is wrong, but no one seems to notice. Maybe they suspect, but they don’t ask. No matter how loud my screams become, nobody pauses and listens to the words. It’s hopeless. This life, this fantasy, this dream. The thought that maybe someday I’ll be okay. That maybe someday I’ll feel happy. It’s dangerous. It’s treacherous. It’s disappointing. My heart knows I’ll never be the same. But my mind thinks perhaps it could happen. What if one day I meet someone who understands and helps me? I doubt that would happen, though. No one knows what I’ve gone through. They say they do, they claim knowledge that doesn’t exist. I’ll never forget that day, three months ago. The day two men in army uniforms came to our doorstep with blank looks upon their faces. I had never felt true pain until that dreadful day. They spoke a simple three sentences to my mother, with me peeking around the corner, staring. “Ma’am, are you Mrs. Thomson? Mother of Private Daniel Thomson?” My mother nodded expectantly, as though she knew exactly what words were to come out of the man’s mouth. “Ma’am, on behalf of the Secretary of the Army, I regret to inform you that your son Daniel Thomson was killed in action in Afghanistan this morning as a result of wounds received from hostile action.” They bowed their heads to my mother as she bawled. The tears poured down like the tea into her glass just a few minutes earlier. But now that glass fell to the