Dear Diary,
It's been two and a half months since the last time I wrote here. Wow. I realized time has passed so quickly. It's the start of autumn here and by here, I mean in the Garrison base.
I said it's garrison, but actually it's more like the base operation for the front line soldiers. Or camp. It's where they switched shifts and treated the injured ones.
The strange uncle told us that they can't bring us back to the city for the time being. So they dropped us on the base. Joe's wound has been treated as well. So at the very least, we are now still alive and in the protection of an army.
It's not much different from when we were in Oldbourne. Oldbourne is pretty close to the battlefield as well but of course, this base is closer than Oldbourne was. The one thing different is that we can see injured soldiers everywhere and every day, there will be more and more.
Some soldiers took off and never come back. Some took off in one piece, but come back in pieces, or some losing a few pieces out there. This pretty much a daily occurrence here.
The four of us help the medic team to treat the injured soldiers, so we were quite familiar with the soldiers' faces by now. We couldn't just become a freeloader, okay? Always show gratitude towards anyone that has saved you. We can't help them in the front line, but we might be able to help them in the defense line.
And that's what we do. We help them treating the injured soldiers. It's not as easy as it sounds like, really. Apparently, there are many important aspects that need to be taken into account when treating injuries and we learned all that from the army doctors.
Sis and Anna also helped. The first time they did that, they can't bear the sight of blood or those soldiers that lost a leg or part of their body. I can see their hands were trembling and they have gone pale at the horrible sight. But seems like they've gotten used to it as time passed, although Sis is still considerably upset by the sight. I don't think she is the only one.
Anna has been really quiet since her parents passed. I think I can relate to her on that topic. The first few weeks were hard for her as she cried every night. I was there, we were there, but there is nothing we could say to her. What can we say, that we are sorry for the lost? Will that word bring the dead come back alive?
What can we do is stay by her side. I hugged her every time she cried. I understand that feeling of loss, and I know what people actually need the most. That there is someone staying beside us. I was like that too. And I have sis to be my pillar of support. She is the only reason why I'm still trying to live day by day.
The same thing needs to be done for Anna as well. We need to give her a reason to not giving up on living and to stay alive. I don't know whether it works or not, but I make sure that I'm always there when she is on the verge of breaking down. Even if I can't revive her parents back, I can at the very least provide a warm embrace.
She gets better over time, or maybe she just keeps quiet about it. No one knows. But all of us make sure that she doesn't leave our sight. She shouldn't be left alone. At the very least, one of us will always stay to accompany her.
I really hope that she is getting better. But moving on isn't as easy as drinking water. I completely understand her feelings. I really do.