August 20, 1945
The war in Europe is finally over. Japan is about to surrender as well. But I am dead. I died on the night of March 23, during Operation Plunder where my plane was hit by a stray tank shell. What are the chances of that? What a pitiful way to die, but I guess it was a fitting end to my pitiful life. My body was never recovered, but my father was given all of my possessions, as stated by my will, and my “wings” and my Distinguished Flying Cross was given to him. I had also figured out the mystery behind my father’s odd letter. It was not that he was going crazy, but it was because he never received my letters! They were apparently so detailed to an extent where it was being kept by the RAF command due to “security reasons”. He has received all my letters after the war had ended. I should have stayed in accounting school. Bomber Harris and his indifferent attitude in relation to human life was undoubtedly linked to exposure to war. I was just like him. It is all because of the stupid war. Humans should not have to experience war, they should not have to degenerate to a point where they will be like myself, or Harris.
March 23, 1945
Operation Plunder will soon be underway. We will be made to drop more bombs onto the enemy, so our forces can cross the Rhineland. I have felt terrible ever since Dresden. I realized I’ve done even worse things to the Nazis before Dresden as well, but my morality was dulled by the lull of the false pride ever since the bombing of Berlin that had hooked me into this mess. Dresden had made me come back to my senses and reflect on my actions. War had desensitised me, and I have changed since the start of the war to now. Looking back into my entries, I know I have changed immensely throughout this war. War is a poisonous thing, which slowly degenerates you into nothing but a weapon made for killing. I hope this war will end soon, but I know that there will soon be more that will follow.
February 17, 1945
What have I done? I have ruined a peaceful land of culture and beauty, and for what? Nothing! The city was just a civilian and refugee city; there was no gain for us to bomb Dresden! We had obviously won the war already, but German reports say we had killed uncountable amounts of civilians and razed all of their buildings! The number of sins I have amounted is innumerable. Why did Harris tell us to bomb Dresden? I wish I can request leave from the forces now, but then I will be forever called a coward.
February 13, 1945
The politicians’ jobs are to try and peacefully resolve the war, while our job is to bomb the Nazis into oblivion or so Sir. Arthur Harris says. Normandy was a huge success. Now, we’re going on another mission. This time it’s Dresden. We’re packing incendiary bombs and the good old blockbusters on our Lancasters. None of us know why Dresden is going to be bombed though, but all of us believe that there must be a good reason for all this.
June 6, 1944
Operation Overlord. Our push back into Europe. We’re going to take Normandy and take that momentum to defeat the Nazis. This time, instead of dropping bombs, we’re dropping people. We are going in on a Short Stirling to drop off the paratroopers near Caen, so they can capture the Caen Canal and the Orne River bridges and destroy artillery units. We have simulated this landing multiple times and nothing can go wrong. I hope most of the folk around me now will still be around after this battle, to see the victory that we will have made possible with our own hands, and to see the Nazis cry for mercy.
June 5, 1944
My father’s letter that he has written me had arrived today, in response to a response to a letter I sent him two months ago.
I had told him about how just less than two years ago I was shot down over France, found another stranded soldier called James Turner from the Battle of France, and how he had survived in the wild for two years. He told me about the horrors of being on the front lines, and that I had to be there to understand how much fear was in the air. He said that his life had completely changed after his first kill. He said he would never be the same again, after looking at the face of the enemy and how sad and pitiful it was. He wished for the war to end so we could all be brothers again, instead of having to fight and cause more sadness. He made me a little uncomfortable whenever he talked about those stories, it seemed like he was trying to lessen the evil that the Nazis had caused! Two months later, we had snuck our way back into the safety of Britain right under the Nazis’ noses. I had also told him how proud I was after being promoted to the squadron leader of my squadron. I told him about my accomplishments and how the Allies have turned the tides, and that we have been preparing for a large-scale battle for months, telling him about the failure of a test run that was Dieppe. Those soldiers were still too inexperienced, there was no doubt that the plan would fail. But this time, we’ll win. We’re prepared to take the shores of Normandy and begin the push back into Europe. I told him how I was glad that we now have the full support of the American forces with us now as well. There is no way for us to lose.
But his reply was strange, he had said that he hoped that I was still safe, and that even though I was in the army now and was busy, I should still write back, to ensure him that we were fine. He wishes me luck on my next battles, and hopes that I’m prepared for war.
His letter seemed too odd to be a response, as I have been sending detailed letters back to him every two months detailing my adventures. Perhaps he is just getting old.
May 7, 1942
My father wrote to me. He said that life in Canada was too quiet, and has gotten even quieter ever since some of our good family friends had moved away. They were the Suzuki family and the Satou family. He said that they had left after Pearl Harbour had been bombed, he said that he thinks that they had moved away, due to the pressure by all the others who didn’t know how nice and generous they were. He said that he wished for them to stay, but they left before he could say anything, as if they had vanished.
I wonder where they had gone, those families were always so nice to me, I wish I could’ve at least said goodbye to them.