Chapter 27

"Antonia, it is okay. I relive that afternoon every day of my life." Frank closed his eyes, and moved his head back towards the headrest. He was trying to see the faces of his friends before they were blackened forever by death. The wounds he received that day in Afghanistan and had nothing to do with the wounds the Caruso's thought he was dealing with.

However, as he looked at the faces of his friends, as they passed by his minds eyes, they sapped him of life and energy faster than any physical exercise ever could. Without realizing it, Frank fell into a deep, and fretful sleep over which he had no control.

Antonia watched him, and could not believe the difference in this man. Awake; he was solid granite. Asleep, he looked like a d**g ad**ct coming down from a bad trip.

The steward asked if her friend was okay.

"I think he is reliving a bad episode from the war, in Afghanistan."

"If he needs anything, call me immediately.&