“You think it’s going to be a bed of roses, that being out of the army will cure all your problems.” – A recently discharged friend who came back to post for a visit. “So you finished your education recently then?” Asked Agnes. “Yes, relatively, four years ago.” “What did you do in the meantime?Continue reading “Chapter 12 A Bed of Roses”
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In The Belly Of the Beast 