Dear Diary,
I can't believe it is me! I feel wooden and plastic and unreal. Pres. Bush has all but declared war on Iraq. I hope Jon, my cousin who is in the navy, will not go into service. If he is injured or worse...
I don't know...
I was sort of bored at school today with the usual chatter. After school I found out. At school, I thought it would be days. Oh, I hope Jay doesn't go into service. But he is too young, only twelve. I'm glad of that. I hope all ends well. Kerry, the gloomy foreteller, predicted that they would cream us. He predicts..."They have more troops, more tanks, more everything except airpower." Oh, what would I give fore some perfect peace. [Ginger],
swallowtayle, and I have started a club named The Red, White, and Blue club. We hope it will be a peaceful success...I wonder what tomorrow and more tomorrows will bring. I hope our friends and relatives will be safe.
