November 11, 1918

I am home from war. Things changed since i left. My brother is older now. Everything is very different , even though some people say it's not. Just a couple days ago there were fire works to celebrate our return from war. Though every time i hear explosives i remember the deaths of many f my comrades. We are celebrating with a party for my return, everyone looks happy and they're enjoying themselves, but not me. I'm really to in the mood to party but not me. People would come up and say they're glad i'm alive but what about my soldiers? What about them what do they feel about them. All their families get just a letter saying sorry for lost. What good does that do.I feel that part of me is missing. I just don't know what. I feel that i should still be in war helping and saving my comrades.