The cerebrum has suffered massive and irreparable damage. You can never know what has happened to him. If I have not been sure of this I would not have permitted him to live. Where am I?. Father. What happened?. I need help. What is democracy?. What is democracy?. It got something to do with young men killing each other Arthur. When it's comes my turn will you want me to go?. For democracy any man would give his only begotten son. It is impossible for any severed individual to experience pain. Pleasure. Memory. Dreams or thought of any kind. This young man will be as unfeeling. As unthinking as the dead. Until the day he joins them. I don't know weather I'm alive or dreaming or dead or remembering. How can you tell what's a dream and what's real. When you can't even tell when you're awake and when you're asleep. Where am I?. I can't remember anything. Can't tell if this is true or dream. Deep down inside I feel to scream. This terrible silence stops with me. Now that the war is through with me. I'm waking up I cannot see. That there's not much left of me. Nothing is real but pain now. Hold my breath as I wish for death. Oh please God wake me. They kept my head and chopped off everything. Oh god please make them hear me. They won't listen they won't hear me. They got to wake me up I'll be like this for years. Hear me. Back in the womb it's much too real. In pumps life that I must feel. But can't look forward to reveal. Look to the time when I'll live. Fed through the tube that sticks in me. Just like a wartime novelty. Tied to machines that make me be. Cut this life off from me. Hold my breath as I wish for death. Oh please God wake me. It's like a piece of me that keeps on living. It won't always be like this will it?. I can't live like this!. I-I can't!. Please no. I can't! I can't!. Help me help me help me!. Mother where are ya?. Mommy mother I'm having a nightmare and I can't wake up. Now the world is gone I'm just one. Oh God help me. Hold my breath as I wish for death. Oh please God help me. Me lying here like like some freak in a carnival show. Here is the armless. Legless. Wonder of the twentieth century. Death has a dignity of its own. Father!. I need help. I'm in terrible trouble and I need help. Don't you remember when you were little?. How and you and Bill Harper use to string a wire between the two houses. So you could telegraph to each other. You'll remember the Morse code. Darkness. Imprisoning me. All that I see. Absolute horror. I cannot live. I cannot die. Trapped in myself. Body my holding cell. It's Morse code. For what?. S.O.S.. Help. Landmine. Has taken my sight. Taken my speech. Taken my hearing. Taken my arms. Taken my legs. Taken my soul. Left me with life in Hell. What's he saying?. Said kill me. Over and over again. Kill me. Oh god please make them hear me. Don't you have any message for him Arthur?. He's the product of your profession. Not mine. Kill me. I'm asking you to kill me. Thank you. Save me please. Father. Each man faces death by himself. Alone. Good-bye father. Inside me I'm screaming nobody pays any attention. If I had arms I could kill myself. If I had legs I could run away. If I had a voice I could talk and be some kind of company for myself. How do I know they'll kill me?. I could yell for help but nobody'd help me. I just got to do some kind of see how I can go on like this. S.O.S. help me. S.O.S. help me. Keep the home fires burning. While our hearts are yearning