THE PARTISAN

"ONLY THE DEAD WILL KNOW THE END OF WAR" PLATO 428 B.C.E.-348 B.C.E.

"Blurred faces loom in and out of my vision, their lips moving, yet I hear not a word. Surgical masks cover their faces. Blue gowns are splattered with blood.. I regard my uniform,bloodied and torn. My body racked with pain. I have been given an injection; I feel myself falling down a black tunnel at the bottom of which I see two silver angels whose bodies are harnessed to a chariot of gold, their wings gently flapping, waiting for me to arrive so as to carry me in their chariot to a distant place..........."
I then begin my ultimate journey and pass through that thinly meshed veil into the netherworld that exists between life and death. It is from here that I embark on my final voyage, encountering beings and events of a surreal, other-worldly and ethereal essence. This journey lasts for an indeterminate age and in time I arrive at my appointed and preordained destination.