It’s been six months since the nightmare finished, yet every night it still haunts my dream. It became a part of something I could no longer get rid off. I get scared, I admit. My mind is going crazy or so what the people in our town are saying. I could hear the sharp piercing of the gun fired directly to Samuel’s face, pools of blood surrounds us as he tells me that he felt like I was his real brother that even though we weren’t he would never leave my side. But he did. And I was okay with that, Samuel fought for this country and he did it proudly. Even though I may not see him, he still is with me. Although, war is over and I may not seem well, Canada has been doing great. We had received greater recognition from the society, We have had a tolerant society, a bigger population, a booming economy, more power, and a better government, yet even though the French and English relations were strained, it was still not broken. Mary and I have been better, as soon as the war was over, Mary had agreed to come home with me to Canada. She did not have a life in London and she had lost one in France, but she had one with me. It’s been six months, yet we both still are living in the past. Mary used to scream in her sleep, she would imagine hearing planes hovering above and bombs dropping everywhere. it was horrible, I understood her and so with me. We may only have each other, but I wouldn’t ask for anyone else because she is my everything. She could write our life together and I will fight for the life she wants. After all, that was what we do. The dark may be still over us, but she is my light and together we find ours through the pain. Mother has been better and so are my brothers and sisters. Scott is becoming a doctor as he ought to say that he wanted to heal Mary and me so we don’t have to go through the pain together. I didn’t break my promise to my sisters, I didn’t become like our Father, I came home and I know dad would have been proud of me like I was with him. I asked myself during the battle of Normandy what experience of war do to human beings… and I say everything. It is everything. You can lose everything and you can feel like you’ve lost a part of you but that’s because we did. We may not have been the same from the day we were enlisted, but that’s because this is all a part of life. And we can’t change that. They shape us to different dimensions and makes us see things we’ve never even noticed in the first place and for me? We were meant to lose something and whatever that may be, it changed me.