Diary of Victoria Anderson31st August 1915 Father left today. He left to join the army. I didn't want him to go. He left anyway. All of his friends joined up too – they said that they were 'doing their bit for the country'. How horrible. They actually think that this fighting is good. I don't. How could anyone? Soon Father will be marching off to cold miserable trenches somewhere in Belgium or France. Marching off to fight and kill other men just like him. How sad. We pray for a letter from Father soon. Bobby misses Father already. Mother is cooking in the kitchen. I'm sitting up here in my room. Tears slip from my eyes as I write in thi
'Yah! Mine!"