Few things change people surer than death.
The was was over, after a year in the navy and another in a prison camp it was finally time to go home. He had changed, rougher around the edges, thinner. It was a novel experience to be driven in a military owned sedan, drab green and driven by a superior officer, the navly's small gesture to someone who lived in prison for them.
But now It was all behind him as the car pulled into the street where he lived. He was home, his sisters would be waiting, now maybe the dreams would stop. He had tried writing, tried to get a phone, tried everything to contact them when the dreams had begun but had no luck. The car stopped and he opened his door not responding to the words from the driver, he just wanted to see his sisters.