I spoke to the guards, and they denied me anything and everything I could do to atone and fix my mistakes. I could not join the army again to help any more squads. I could fix lives by training to be a medic, except I cannot. I cannot be here sitting in prison; I need to go help the poor men suffering in Europe. If only I was a competent squad leader, then my squad would have been alive.

How about if I advocate for more peace? It would stop people from sacrificing themselves and running to suicide. God, I will do anything to atone for my sins and my inactions and my actions and anything that is necessary, but I cannot do that if I am rotting in prison. Allow me to go back and bury their rotting bodies, please! The sight of rats gnawing at corpses and that awful rots haunt my eyes and nose even in my dream. I only need another chance…

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