Tomagashima island December 1945.
Day 27
"Dear diary... my goodness... I am so ****** up that I started writing on a diary... anyways. Can you blame me though ? I have been stationed in this island for few days now and I am already losing my mind. I live in a small shed, and my 'job' is to guard a destroyed warehouse. A warehouse with nothing stored inside. Makes sense ? No. Can I do something about it ? No. Do I like it ? Of course not."
"This place is called... let me pronounce it... Okonoshill... no, Okonoshirt... Okonoshima. It's one of the small islands that together form Tomagashima. A island in the middle of nowhere in the Pacific Ocean. When we beat the Japanese, we took control of their strategic islands including this one. A sidenote, the Japanese have to thank us for liberating them from that lunatic emperor they had, but alas, we weren't great either, I still don't get why we had to drop that Enola Gay bomb. Who am I to judge though ? A pathetic scumbag."
"My name is Frank Anderson, born and raised in Buffalo in United Freaking America. I was enlisted quite late in the war, so I didn't have the experience the other guys I had. They assigned me to a support platoon which helped various other squads. Primarily though, we helped engineers setting up tank traps and minefields. We barely saw any action as we usually came after the battles."
"The way I ended up in this jungle, is stupid or my English mates should say, preposterous. I am... well... was part of the occupation battalion that was assigned to Tokyo. Everything was great. Free food, free drinks and all that jazz. One day, we had orders to help the engineers in an abandoned factory to disassemble some Japanese Chi-Ha tanks. We usually strip them out of their main guns and our tank corps use the hulls for their training."
"One day, I was inside in one of these tanks, and I had to untight some bolts that were holding the main gun in the turret. Guess what happened. An idiot forgot to check the tank's barrel and forgot to tell me, so when I tried to grip the gun out of it's position, I bumped to the trigger and the gun fired at the gate of the factory. Fortunately, no one was injured but of course they put the blame on me. I was immediately sent to my squad leader for report who sent me in probation for two weeks."
"But no ! Something had to happen to flip me off. One day during that probation thing, I was chilling in the barracks when a mothertrucker, tried to pick me off for being useless in the army. He started insulting my family and all that for no freaking reason. It was clear that he tried to pick on me but at the time, I was fuming. It didn't take long, so we started fighting inside the barracks. I knocked his left eye, but out of my anger I didn't notice he was wearing glasses. My fist entered through his glasses and the shards ripped his whole face. It was a mess of blood. Once again, no one believed me in the report. So I was sent here in this dump. Guarding a destroyed hull of a building that is empty."
"I know, it looks, funny, but it really isn't. I have to stay here for one year as a punishment and the only contact I have with real people is when they sent me supplies through a fishing boat from the nearby island once a week. Water here is nonexistent, mosquitoes are having a field day with my exposed back whenever I sleep and I can hear weird noises at night. I am lucky not to have contacted consumption or malaria yet."
"The shed I live in, isn't... great either. It is a wooden small structure that once was a commander's office. It has a small desk, a chair and a window. Instead of a door, it has a curtain that covers the opening, so air comes through at all times. There is no oven, no bed, no closet, no shower or anything that can resemble that this is a living space for people. I have to sleep on the desk and I take showers in the ocean water, which seems nice for summer but now in December is freezing cold."
"I am simply dying out of boredom here. I have a small Crossley 14AG radio with me that a buddy of mine sold me for 10 bucks before I was enlisted, but once I arrived here in the island, the batteries started leaking. The moisture is so dense here, that the wooden shell it has started to mold. And man... I was hoping to listen to Jack Benny's show. That guy is very funny. I used to watch his Vaudeville shows with George Burns with my uncle Bertie. Whenever I get back home, I will spend my savings to buy a tv in my momma's house so I can watch Ingrid Bergman... or Marilyn Monroe... blimey... I am getting worked up. I wish I could marry one of them... but alas... at this point I could marry a monkey if I see one with how lonely I am here. I am 20 year old man, and I had to be married at this point. It's not like I have fields or a farm to go so who is gonna marry a brokey like me ?"
"I have to stop here... It is getting dark , and I have to light a fire to cook dinner and drive these mosquitoes out of me. Yep, they stung me on my toe. Great."