Jack of Harts

The War was hard to forget.  For longer than I like to remember, I woke up screaming every night.  I found help from a friend who wouldn’t give up on me, though.  I learned from him that there is a lot more to this life than just what our eyes can see.  I learned those eyes can read words written in red if we come with the right mind.  I believe that all there is to life does not end with a slow ride in a hearse.  I believe I will see him again and thank him for that.