Dearest Diary,
If I have created any concern, let me please clarify that a farewell is not particularly eminent. I am only requesting that you not hold me to more than what I had promised, though I fully intend to continue our correspondence as often as there is happenstance to speak of. Even, as you have at times been privy, when there is none to speak of. Nevertheless, if I do not return to you on a particular evening, give me pardon and expect that I shall return again soon. There are occasional matters which prevent one from hasty correspondence. Having said all of that, I do not intend to discuss it again until we have reached the end of our bargain.
There is a much more important matter to discuss this evening and that is the particular holiday surrounding the birth of a nation. Far be it from me to expect the fall that so oft accompanies pride, yet I garner enormous pride in my particular citizenship on such occasions. It is an altogether different sort of pride than the kind cursed in the aged adage. It is the sort that one feels in the accomplishments of a friend or loved one. I feel pride at the accomplishments of my country. And of the forefathers of said country. Even in the country's heritage in the more aged kingdom. I find great pride in the regiments that serve the country and the musicians and authors who have brought honour to it in its comparably short journey. I was immensely proud to stand in observance of the large celebratory explosions that took place over the castles and lakes this evening. It brought feelings of strength and allegiance. And it is with such allegiance that I pledge every day to love my country and continue to be a part of its tutelage and charished independence.
I shall even charish such independence from tutelage on the morrow...
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