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Chapter 13 "Those sick men who govern us..."

There was, very far far away from there, on the other side of the Atlantic, in the middle of bombshell and gun fire, in a hospital held by catholic nuns, a lot of wounded from the war. This horrible war, which made no sense. Those who had started this war were safe in their palace, their bunkers, not in front of guns and under bombshells. No, those were poor boys, still in their teens sometimes, a little naïve, courageous, who thought it was an honour to die serving their country. An honour for whom? For the grieving families? For those head of states who didn't know them from Adam? Those leaders when they thought about the war, were they thinking about the future of the human race? If all the young men and husbands were at the war, 90 or more were getting killed, the women and the children who were lucky enough not to get killed by a bomb, remained widowed and orphans, most of the time. Some husbands went back home, those who were lucky not to die, but they went back half a man, literally, unable to perform, for the rest of their natural life. The countries were destroyed, they will have to rebuild, if they finally decide to stop this nonsense... those head of stated, those leaders, those sick men who govern us, took the world for a big chessboard in which we were the pawns.

But for all those young men, those teenagers, whom, instead of thinking about their future, or what they were going to do, or about girls they were in love with and with whom they wanted to create a family one day, were thinking about how to kill and surprise the "enemy"... Who had made that decision that they were the enemy and vice versa? Right...! The leaders...so young teens who certainly had a lot more in common than this horrible war, were now killing each other.

A lot of them lost their lives with reaching the age of 20, a lot of them found themselves amputated, blinded, deaf, mute, with amnesia... This war will be over some day, after talking and discussions... but why didn't they do that before declaring war to their neighbour? People had to kill each other in order to have peace?

There was in a room, with a lot soldiers that were found in the forest, after their planes had crashed. Some of them were dead, and others were barely alive. They were taken to the hospital to be treated. No one knew how long they had been there, agonising in the forest, it could have been hours, maybe days before they were rescued. One of the wounded had awful cut on the arm, he got gangrene and they had to amputate. Another one lost his left leg. Another, miraculously had no big cuts, but he had fractured practically every bones in his body. His whole body was in a cast and his vocal cords were damaged during the accident. So he couldn't move, talk or write. The nuns called him "the man in the cast". The one that was taking care of him was Sister Josephine. She was barely older than him, she was British and had volunteer to take care of the wounded.

- Hello, man in the cast! How are you this morning? I'm speaking to you in English, I don't know whether you're Italian with your black hair... well when your voice comes back, you'll be able to tell us your name and where you came from so we could sent you home. The war is over for you! You're going home! Do you know the chance you have to be alive? Your friends weren't so lucky and those who survived, are your enemies, if you see what I mean... they can't tell us anything.

"The man in the cast" had only his head movable, he was unable to talk and was listening powerless. If it was only that! Sometimes he felt an itch and he couldn't scratch himself, but since he couldn't move or say anything... But he thanked God he was alive. Sister Josephine continued to care for him, then she went to see other patients. To be so also powerless and unable to do anything, all he had left was his mind, and thinking. He had read a book on the power of suggestion. Since he had nothing else to do with his days all he was doing was think, think, think, think...