In the dark
Night sounds. Jim wakes before dawn and feels as though he has just solved a riddle. He has found his clarity of purpose. Lying in the dark he is comfortable in his own skin for the first time. He understands what the world is about and is tuned into its essence. He is alive.
John wakes in the early hours too. It is Anzac day. Time for the Dawn Service. Time to be recognised. He got ready by rote. No need to think. Instinctive training. The army had taught him how to shoot, s**t and shave. The first he had substituted with a shower. The next came flying out like a shower as his shot nerves went straight to his guts. The shave was the easy part.
A freshly dry cleaned suit was carefully laid out from the night before with a row of polished medals adorning it.
