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You watched George undress for bed, made sure he didn't slip or fall with the shakes. He had caused a scene at dinner and his mother asked you to take him back to his room. He thought you his wife and not the maid. The shell shock had disrupted his thoughts and nerves. He stood there naked staring at the wall. You picked up his pyjamas and dressed him. He was pliant and stared at you. Polly, what has become of us? he said. He had tears in his eyes. We are safe, George, you said. His hands began to shake again. You held him close to you sensing him shake and cry. You didn't know the sights and sounds that haunted him; what the War had done was visible before your eyes: in his eyes an old world died and a world cursed by lies.
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
Putting George To Bed 1917
You watched George undress for bed, made sure he didn't slip or fall with the shakes. He had caused a scene at dinner and his mother asked you to take him back to his room. He thought you his wife and not the maid. The shell shock had disrupted his thoughts and nerves. He stood there naked staring at the wall. You picked up his pyjamas and dressed him. He was pliant and stared at you. Polly, what has become of us? he said. He had tears in his eyes. We are safe, George, you said. His hands began to shake again. You held him close to you sensing him shake and cry. You didn't know the sights and sounds that haunted him; what the War had done was visible before your eyes: in his eyes an old world died and a world cursed by lies.
TerryCollett
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC
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