We burned his body today. We lifted up his body on to the fire and layered him in firewood. It burned brightly, providing us warmth that we desperately needed. We saluted our brother, like we did Kimi. We spread his ashes into the wind. We couldn't carry it with us.

  I cannot believe that we are two boys down. By basic math, that is one out of every ten of our boys. We cannot continue on with this. We have to find a way to make sure we stay safe and not get sick until we get a better doctor who can care for their patients. I have lost not one, but two men. I am no doctor. I never will be. I am a soldier. An army man.

  I talked to Yuri about my concerns. He listened to me for a couple of minutes. I now appreciate that more than I did in the preceding moments. He then looked at me with a gaze I can only describe as sympathy. He told Lawrence, who was standing nearby, to take me away. He ordered him to take me to the tent instead of the fire to cool down. Perhaps this was to not remind me of Simon. I needed to cool down. However, at the moment, I did not think this. I didn't go against Yuri's commands, nor Lawrence's. I am an army man. I take commands. I am no doctor.

  Lawrence asked me if I was alright when I entered the tent. I told him that I was perfectly fine. He then spent the next hour trying to cheer me up. It didn't work too well. I eventually realized that I should cheer up despite the circumstances. Simon and Kimi would be mad with the way I was thinking. Despite the probably feelings, it didn't make this fact deniable. Why am I still even in the special forces? Why was I saved out of all the men in my unit? Why was I transferred? Why didn't I die with my unit in the trenches of France? Why did they make me stay back in the medical section of their base? Why did they make me a doctor? What is God saving me for?

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  A few hours after this, we ate lunch. We usually don't have enough food for this, but I could only eat a little. By this point, I wasn't as upset as I was earlier, so I just blamed my poor appetite on an upset stomach. Everyone believed this except Yuri, Lawrence, and Angelo. I decided perhaps I should stop complaining so much. We already have two boys down. We do not need a disheartened doctor to deal with too.

  While I was eating, Angelo asked me if everything was alright. I told him it was, and I continued on with my meal. He then asked if he could write in here this night, to which I said yes. I have no problem with this. He can use my journal as much as he wants. It isn't like I have anything important to say.

  After this, we spent the rest of the day hunting and scouting like usual. There is a hole in our unit, especially in our hunters. Apparently, our scouters got farther than they usually do, so we are fit to move tomorrow. Good. We need to. I am now to find Angelo and let him write.

  November 21st, 1918 (By Angelo)

  I am worried about Felix. He seems very disheartened in all his actions. I want to cheer him up. It seems that Lawrence had already tried. Everyone is worried for him. Even Daniel brought it up, to which he never does.

  Felix is the most moved by Simon's death. He only started acting like this after he died. Perhaps he feels responsible. I do not know why he would if he does. There is no point. He is not a hunter; he could not have prevented it. Maybe he is also down about Kimi, because he talked and tried to help him before he died. H even gave him medicine for his illness. But there is nothing that could have prevented his death that Felix could have helped either. I do not know what is bothering him and it is frustrating. Soon, it will bother all of us if we cannot root it out.

  I do not want to intrude and look at his writings. I do not want to be rude to him after all he has done for me. It just isn't right.

  After we ate lunch and I asked him to write here, I started hunting. The hunters need all the help that they can get. It is not easy to support a whole unit with only three hunters. I must now give this diary back to Felix. He is so very protective over it.