Teen Ink

July 12, 1773 Dear Diary, This is the first time that I've written in this journal. So, I would like to introduce myself. I know that sounds silly, but what if someone in the future reads...

He awoke out of deep slumber only to feel shafts of pain searing his nerves. Laying on a canvas stretcher, the sullen crash of artillery beat a cadence in the back of his mind. Towering above...

THE GREAT WAR, 1916 The Christmas snow this year would be red, because wars could not stop for the holidays. Every day there would be more fighting, and the mingled blood of Germans and...