Memories & Prospects

It’s a long bumpy ride home in the trailer. The war has ended, finally. I had been in the front line for 2 days. People will always say I’m lucky and a hero. When I get home, all the town will respect me because I have been through absolute hell. It doesn’t appeal to me as much as you would have thought. It will churn up old memories every time someone asks me …

…to worry about war again, my only enemy being my memories. I will never forget any of this god forsaken war or watching men die and dieing. I will settle down in front of a nice warm fire with a glass of neat vintage scotch whiskey and listen to the wireless. After these thoughts, a tear wells up in my eye and falls to the dusty floor of the boat taking me home. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**