The years fall away and it’s like the first day in barracks with John Cole. St Louis a thousand years in the past. And in my mind’s eye too I see him lying in bed in Tennessee with the hole in his thigh. I see him just a ragged gossoon the first moment I met him under a hedge in Missouri. I am dizzy with visions of John Cole. I wonder am I betraying this man most dear to me. Maybe I am, maybe I am. But I’m also praying for things I don’t even have names for and that sit in the dark of my mind unknown.
