Dear Diary, February 22,1943

I woke up this morning to the sound of canons, tanks, gunfire, and the ground being disarrayed. The screams seeming to come closer and closer; they seem to be right outside my door. I can't believe I have to wake up to this. Yes, it's bad to think about it, but you know i am so used to it that it hasn't gotten to me till this morning. When waking up and hearing women scream "STOP!" forces you to sling back to reality, it's hard to think about this human growing in me. The doctor has come today and did my pregnancy test. He had taken out his equipment and unrolled it revealing his needles and knives. They put my arm in a sling and then put something tight above my elbow to cut off my blood circulation. They stuck in the needle to achieve just enough blood to tell if i was pregnent. My husband was at the command center looking over the tanks that awoke me with a startle. I love him but it's so hard to know that my husband isn't here during our moment of confirming this human. Man my cough is getting worse. I'm not entirely sure what is going on. I relized my tissue was red when i had finally caught my breathe.