FROM UNCLE ERNEST'S DIARY.

I am so humiliated! They dragged me out of the cafe as if I were a criminal. What are they insinuating? Am I a kidnapper or a child molester?
When those men came up to me in the cafe, accusing me of having bad intentions, I just wanted to laugh. I had no words. They said they knew me, but they don't.
I'm a responsible man. I work and pay for myself. I may not be well dressed, but I'm not dishonest! I guess I just don't fit in and because of that I'm not accepted. They've put me in a pigeon hole.
The girls - I just liked their company and liked listening to them. We were friends. I saw their poverty and was grateful to be able to help them. I wanted to do a good thing. After all these years of loneliness I felt I had something to live for.
Now I'm back to my lonely life. My only hope of being able to talk to someone, is going into a pub and going getting drunk. I've always thought I didn't care what other people think of me. But I guess that's really impossible. I'm really disappointed. I've served my country - and this is the thanks I get?