Life goes on after War

I was on night duty, I can remember that so well and first thing we did was tear off all the, all the windows, of course, were blacked out you know; get all those black curtains out and I remember when the lights, I hadn’t seen lights for so long and the lights came on in that cathedral we looked down through the city and there was the light on the cathedral and some lights on the street. It was, yeah, it was unforgettable. And also people forget that the wounded boys were of course ecstatic for a day or two but they suddenly realized I’m going home, you know, without an arm or going home without a leg or shrapnel still in or half a face gone. Along with elation was a lot of deep thinking, “What am I going to do now? ”