After the war. And now that they've sent us homeward. I can't help but feel that I'm on my own. No one can see just what this conflict has done to. The minds of the men who are on their way home. I'm scarred for life. but it's not my flesh that's wounded. So how can I face the torment alone. The vivid scenes and all the recurring nightmares. I lay there and sweat until it gets light. People say 'don't worry'. Say that time's a perfect healer. That the nightmares they will come to pass. Can't hear what they're saying. I am living in my own world. And I'm feeling trance-like all the time. I hear voices in my head. Could I really be going crazy. In the night the visions seem so real. Do you care if you live or die. When you laugh are you really crying. You're not sure what's real anymore. Fortunes of war. Fortunes of war. Fortunes of war. no pain anymore. Sometimes I wake. I feel that my spirit's broken. I wonder if I've the strength....