If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.
Every war has it's turning points, and every person too.
The soldier had stamped my passport FAMILY in heavy black capital letters and I checked it now for reassurance and because I liked how fierce the word looked
Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.
Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.
On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as they tumbled up and over the top of the wall. Against another wall were white apple blossoms on branches...
But I would like to make an important point before this goes any further and that is if anyone feels like arresting me for corrupting an innocent kid then all I can say is that Edmond was not corruptible. Some people are just like that and if you don...
After all this time, I know exactly where I belong. Here. With Edmond. And that's how I live now.
If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.
