Life On Civvy Street
Mar 16, 2021
2 minutes
happiest in the army. Looking at him now, sitting hunched up, speaking in almost inaudible whispers and barely making eye contact, it was difficult to believe that he had ever been happy. I looked around his room as I talked to him in the hostel where he was staying. He sat in an old armchair and picked at the foam that was protruding through the armrests
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