Journal Entry: War

 I can’t believe it. Don’s gone, just like Fred Evans.He was too young to die,it wasn’t his time. I feel sick, this war is wrong just like waihi. I can still hear his words “Get down,you daft

beggars! Get down”. Little did he know it was a bomb.

 He lied to me,he was a scab, a blackleg,a traitor. How could he live his life lying to me? He was the one that made my Dad go to jail.Why would he lie to me,he had no reason to.I would have understood he probably had a family to feed.

If Only he was still here.