Dreams

Well, it has been months since a dream has crossed my poor concussion laden mind!

And as with years ago, I was back in France!
Back in 5th grade.
Back in the Canadian from Hell.
Ruled by demons - a hell-hole for young minds.

It is no wonder I am haunted by those memories.
It is a wonder they did not kill me.
Nor I, them ...

You simply would believe the tales I could tell of savagery of the NATO schools!
Some funny.
Some leaving your mouth open ...
Like, did ANYONE have control over the inmates and subjects?

I doubt it from what I was to learn about American military arrogance.
You don't shake your fist in the face of the big gorilla!
They will get even.
Even if it takes them 11 years.
Winning, not time, is what matters!

Yeah, I won in court, in 1975.
Then again, in 1984!
And I hold my breath .....
I guess I could always live with my aunt and her husband for a short time.
My memories began on a uncle's farm.
Guess ending my life on one would be no real big deal ...