Prologue: New York, 1949
I turned the hot water on and stepped into the shower. The water rolled over the bullet wounds I received in the war. I closed my eyes and all I could hear were men screaming. I banged my head against the wall to get the screams out. A train rolled by, shaking my apartment. The lights flickered and, forgetting I was in my shower, shouted,
“STUKAS, HIT THE DIRT!!” I opened my eyes, expecting to see my troops follow orders, but I only saw the tiled wall. I sighed and the bathroom door busted open. Gwen, my girlfriend, came running into the bathroom. Her hazel eyes were wide with surprise and then fell.
“Are you ok, Mark?” She asked, sadness in her voice. I sighed again, turned the water off and got out. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked over to the mirror. I looked at my reflection and my green eyes were dull. They used to be so full of life, I thought grimly. Gwen walked slowly towards me and put her arms around me. She put her face against my back and I felt tears stream down her eyes. I turned around and held her. She looked up at me and her hazel eyes brought peace to me.
“Yeah, I think I am. It’s just hard.” She smiled, but it wasn’t a happy smile.
“Do you want to tell me what happened? You haven’t been yourself since you returned, and frankly, I’m worried about you.” I laughed and she was confused. I really enjoyed that she makes me feel peaceful. I ran my hand through her golden-blond hair.
“Gwen, you don’t even want to know what I’ve been through.” But she stamped her foot like a five year old and she puffed out her cheeks. I shook my head, and laughed a little more.
“BUUUUUT MARK!!!! I want to know, I want to!” She said in her childish voice. Then she smiled. She knew that she was going to have her way because she knew I found her tantrums adorable. I sighed and she knew she won.
“Fine, I’ll tell you, but you’re not going to like the story I have to tell you. Are you sure you want to know?” Her face scrunched up to seriousness. She nodded.
“Yeah, because I know it’ll help you become yourself and I want you to be happy.” I stood there for a couple of seconds, thinking it over. She knows me better then even I know myself….I knew I wasn’t happy, but I couldn’t accept it, but she knew, and she wanted to help. I looked down at the ground. I took a deep breath, and knew if I told her what I have seen and done, she would probably leave me, and if she did, I knew I couldn’t survive the heartbreak. I walked into our bedroom and she followed me. I went over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and a pair of pants. I slipped them on while Gwen went over to the phone. She picked it up and called someone, I didn’t hear the conversation, just the phone being put back on the hook. I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my face into the palms of my hands, just hoping that my story won’t scare away the only person I love and care about. She came over and sat down next to me. She looked like a five year old, waiting for a bed time story. I had to laugh to myself again.
“I have called into work, and requested a couple days off. I’m sure it’ll take that long for you to tell your story.” I nodded, and took a deep breath, calming my racing heart.
“Yeah, I’m sure it will. So, are you sure that your ready to hear the horror that I have lived through?” She gulped, and nodded. I closed my eyes in concentration.
“It all started on the beach my division landed on in North Africa…….”
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