"I felt as frightened as helpless as a child; the shadows had returned to fill my mind again. I lay in the soft warm comfort of my wife’s embrace, yet I felt alone. I felt as if I was I the only one in the world in this disparate state. I needed to get some help, but from whom, from where? When the phantoms came, me the so called “hard man”, a man that would shoot a man dead without as much as a flicker of emotion in my face, would instantly transform into a quivering fearful defenceless child."
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