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| - -Consuela Gomez Dear Diary, I fight because I love my land. I don't want these people taking over what is mine, what I have made and earned. The only thing they have earned is our hate. I want to fight, each day, I take my weaponry and I fight for what I have. I choose to do this, because I know that these people are wrong for coming onto our private lands and killing our people. It is not fair how we must suffer because the government is not doing their job. They are supposed to help us, not fight against us. We must fight. We must take action. Something must be done, and we are doing it as best we can. -Maria Rodriguez I killed someone today. -Consuela Gomez -Consuela Gomez Dear Diary, How dare they. They think because I am a woman, that I cannot fight like a man. But I have showed them. I have killed many people in this war. Most men, who are older than me. It feels so impowering to kill the people are coming to kill you. It is the one thing I have to look forward to each day. I have a problem, though. As a mother of two, I have no time to have a job and rebel against our government at the same time, so how will I come up with money for my children. I cannot stop fighting. I can't. I need to show the government that they are wrong. But there is no one to look after the children. I have not yet told them about the people I have killed. I don't think I am ready quite yet. I go to bed with very little supper, because I give the children most of my food, because they need it more than I do. The only thing I feed on, late at night, in bed when I am falling asleep, is the thought of fighting the next day. Showing the government that they are wrong in eveything. We will not lose. We cannot lose. -Maria Rodriguez Dear Diary, Today, the put me on watch. We switch off watch jobs every couple of weeks. So, after a while, around 1 'o'clock, I heard a noise. I looked around, but there was nothing there. I told my self that it must have been the wind rustling trees. I heard it again, a faint little rustling, barely audible. I took a better look this time. I started to get a little scared, so I raised my gun. Looking around, I shouted "Who's there?" I didn't get an answer, but there was a nother sound of rustling. I looked around the corner, and saw the tiny shadow of a little boy. This little boy was no bigger than my son, Jose. I lowered my gun, and stared at the boy, his big eyes casting my reflection back at me. He looked hungry, and I could almost see his bones, he was so skinny. When I asked him how he got to be so skinny, he said that his parents were fighting in the war, and they didn't have time to feed him regularly anymore. So I gave him some of our food. I am scared. Not for me, but for our country. What if we all lose? I can't have killed people just to lose. We can't fail, we musn't, or else I will crack into a thousand pieces, if I am not blown apart by the war by that time. I don't want to fail that little boy. -Maria Rodriguez Dear Diary, There is bad news. Argentina was offering to lead us in a rebellion against what Spain is doing here, but we turned them down (1). We have just received word that we are on our own and they have left us. How are we supposed to do this alone? Our leader is not helping us by telling them to go home. We need all of the help we can get. I feel so alone right now, as if I am the only person who thinks this way. No one is here to help us. We cannot achieve victory if we are fighting by ourselves against Spain. It is truly impossible. I wish we said yes to them. They took our hope and our chances of winning this war with them when we turned them down. This war has become pointless. If we are not going to win, why should we even bother to keep fighting? I know that we will probably fail now that Argentina is not helping us, but there is still that one little part of me that thinks we can win. No, I can't completely give up. I musn't, or else I will never see the end of this war. -Maria Rodriguez Dear Diary, We musn't lose hope in these trying times. I know it is hard to think otherwise, but if we think positively, then our actions will result positively. That is why I believe that we cannot fail. It's not that we musn't anymore, but that we are unbeatable, unstoppable. Today, we learned that we have defeated one third of Spain's army. This is an incredible feat for us, especially since our morals have been so low throughout this entire war. This is what led us to think that we are getting somewhere, that we may actually win this thing. That we can win this thing. -Maria Rodriguez Dear Diary, We are almost there! We have defeated almost all of Spain's army since my last entry. You must understand that I do not want to kill these people, but they are the ones that are forbidding us to own the land that we have made for ourselves. I wonder if the roles were switched, they would see how it feels to fight against something that shouldn't even be a problem in the first place. It seems very silly. But, I guess that if we were in their place, we would want to own as much land as we could. It's kind of funny, in a way. We both want the same things: land. Both sides want to own their own piece of land. However, the land that we both want is our land, should be our land, at least. Spain may have been our father country, but we have started new lives over here, and we deserve to have our own land to go with it. -Maria Rodriguez Dear Diary, We have won! Well, not completely, but we are so close, that it is inevitable! We have defeated most of the Spanish armies, and there is a rumor going around that someone overheard soldiers from the Spanish army talking about surrenduring. We can win this, and we will, without a doubt! All of our fighting has been for something! Even alone, without Argentina's help, we did it! I am so glad that we didn't all just give up! We are almost there, I can feel it! (2). -Maria Rodriguez Bibliography 1. 2. http://www.everyculture.com/
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