Journals

I finished the diary I was reading and returned it to my co-worker. Its refreshing to realize that with many thing, no matter how much things chabe, some things never change. Michael Hilf was a young man in the army who was patiotic and petic and other than his country it seems he only ever thought abuot wine and women. I read diary of a WWI infrantry man with that title exactly - Wine, Women, and War. It appeared that Hilf didn't see any action but it was an interesting read nonetheless.

I wonder if anyone will look at this journal in the future and wonder who I was. Not that it matters, because you wouldn't necessarily know who I am anyway.