February 2nd, 1862

I've been thinking about a lot lately concerning the war and occupying myself. I decided that I want to try to become a nurse and aid troops from the war. I love volunteering and helping others. I want to work in an organization called the United States Sanitary Commission. Thousands of women from the North and South go to work at organizations like the U.S Sanitary Commission and I decided it would be a good thing to do. I enjoy helping others and treating them when they are sick or injured.

I know i'm not the only one who has had a lost, loved one. Many peoples husbands, fathers, uncles, grandfathers and more have lost their lives or came home seriously, longtime wounded. Many men are shattered by their experiences of the war and place burdens on their families. Many men who come back from the war suffer serous injuries and may even have to deal with them for the rest of their lives. Lots of women are ecstatic when their husbands return but have to grasp the fact they may be critically injured. I have no earthly idea what I would do if this happened to Samuel. I feel comfort when I get to help make a change and mend an injured person.

It will hurt seeing many injured troops, weak and dying. Although, It will feel good knowing I may save a family from desperation by helping their loved ones. I am almost positive this is what I want to try to do.