Since today is Remembrance Day, we're going with: memories of war.
Made some good progress on the cabin today.
Writing for day eleven is done. Almost reached the halfway point for words!
He will never forget that muddy field in the middle of nowhere. The way the air smelled like freshly fallen rain when he woke that morning. The way it smelled like death that night.
He still remembers the sounds of the bullets as they zipped past his ears, as they kicked up dirt all around him, as they killed his friends. Gunfire still echoes in his ears, grenades weigh his jacket down, his feet are still heavy with caked mud.
He will never forget that muddy field, for he dreams of it every night.