Wheels of years made uncle Ernest a ghost, without Identity card as he were not made of flesh and blood.
Nightmare hours from the war, shellshocks and a jolted brain, a nation hero, treated like a criminal by the authorities arrogant eyes.
Never mind who we are. We know all about you. We know who you are. Who do think you are?
Thanks to you from uncle Sam.
OJF
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