It's been a week now since our victory at Pineridge Park. Top Brass offered to take me back there today, but I declined. What would be the point? I'm sure it's only a matter of time before a new force emerges to threaten the peace we fought so hard to create, but for now, I must rest from war. A soldier needs to know when not to fight. Dylan, Devin and I agreed we all deserved medals along with our super honorable discharges.

I often ask myself if it had all been worth it. The hardships, the sacrifice, and the bloodshed. I suppose it's not my place to say as a soldier. I can only look upon the faces of the civilians In Pineridge Park who are now safe from the bad guys. They didn't know how much their very way of life was threatened by the bad guys, but I guess that is the sort of complacency we fight for. I only hope I can pass on the lessons I learned to the next generation of soldiers. If I ever get the rattling mechanism fixed in my SMG, maybe I could pass that down too.

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It'll be hard adapting to civilian life, but Dylan said I could come over to his base sometime and play video games.

I suppose my days of engaging in warfare at the park are coming to an end, but if the bad guys ever try to attack the Homefront, I'll be right here waiting for them.

Entry Thirteen

Mom got me a game console for Christmas. I'm done playing soldier now.