Dawn BreakingThis is a nightmare. But I will wake up. I have merely fallen asleep. And I am having a nightmare.
(The soldier gently rubs his forehead. He raises his head with its sunken cheeks, and lifts his eyes to the Moon. He gazes intently at the roundness of a full Moon.)
This is a nightmare. A monstrous lie. A horrible lie the likes of which I have not seen in my life.
The soldier is startled by the sound of his own voice. He is now all of twenty-four years. He has long passed the age when as a child, he spoke even when no one was around. He turns his head this way, that way, his eyes probing, searching for anything. Nothing stirs to break the silence around him. The Moon is radiant, the rays of its light like a mantle draped around the world in such breathtaking loveliness only a
