I was chosen. Chosen to go with the army to war. I am happy and proud, I guess. The only thing I worry about is that my family and new friends will be hurt. I'm scared for them.

Some of us are so young, with full lives ahead of us. But that could be cut short in a single shot.

Mother cried when she heard I was going. She said she was proud, but I knew she was scared. She gave me a pin to put on my jacket to remind me of home and and this journal to keep a record of what's going on.

My mate, Pat, is also here. We have been friends since we were 7 years old.

Ah well we'll make it through together.

The boys are calling me over so goodbye for now.

-Ben