Post War Syndrome

Post War Syndrome

    The train rolled along the tracks, slowly as it approached on of the many small towns that it stopped in.
    "Now stopping at Hazzard County.” The conductor called out.
A young man that sat near the back came from his deep thoughts when he heard his destination called. He glanced out the side window and noticed the familiar view of the Hazzard train depot coming into view. When the train stopped he stood up and grabbed his bag from the over head compartment. He ignore the stares of the people he walked past on the train, most people gave him dirty looks because of the Marine uniform that he wore. He looked around for his family.
The Dukes were waiting for Luke’s train to come in. Bo was the first one to notice.
    "HEY LUKE!" Bo said happily, waving to his old cousin.
Luke walked over to where they were waiting. Luke barely recognised his youngest cousin. Bo had been fourteen when he left, a small and scrawny little kid. He was now three inches taller then Luke, with broad shoulders and firmly built muscles.
    "I am so glad that you are home.” Daisy said, as she hugged Luke.
Luke just smiled, he felt awkward and out of place. Luke tossed his bag into the back of the pick up truck and then they all got in. Luke barely heard half the things his family was talking about as they headed back to farm. Luke didn’t really feel like talking about the past four years, and none of his family tried to force him to.
    Later that night Luke stood outside of the porch breathing in the fresh air, enjoying the peacefulness of the night. There was only the light of the full moon to see by. Bo came out onto the front porch.
    "Hey Luke." Bo said.
    "Hey Bo.” Luke said nonchalantly.
Bo frowned slightly. "What’s the matter?”
    "What makes you think that something is wrong?” Luke asked.
    "You have barely said two words since you got back.” Bo said.
Luke shrugged. "It has been four years things change, people change.”
    "Somethings never change.” Bo said.
    "Most things do.” Luke said.
    "Not the things that matter most.” Bo said.
They stood in silence for a few minutes. Luke turned to walk back inside he brushed past Bo.
    "I’m tired I’m going to bed.” Luke said.
Bo didn’t say anything as he watched Luke go inside. Bo sighed and looked up at the full moon that shone over head. He knew that Luke had must have gone through a lot over in Nam but he had never thought it would change Luke this much. Luke barely seemed like the person he had always known, and Bo hoped with time that Luke would become that person again. Bo thought Luke didn’t seem glad to be home or really want to be around them. He wondered why Luke was so sure that everything had changed over the past four years.
    Bo thought back to the day that Luke had left to join the Marines.

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%     "Why did you join the Marines?” Bo asked.
    "So I can fight for my country.” Luke said.
    "Yeah but it is not safe over there.” Bo said, fighting back the tears that had started to burn in his eye he was scared Luke would get killed while fighting and hated the thought of Luke being gone for four years.
    "It is just something I feel that I have to do.” Luke said.
    "But four years is a long time.” Bo said.
    "Yeah but I will be coming back.” Luke said, as he continued to pack his small suitcase.
Bo sat down on his bed. "What if something happens like you get . . ." Bo found that he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
Luke sighed. "I promise that I will come back.”
Luke walked over and sat down next to his younger cousin and put an arm around his shoulders.
    "I promise I will be careful and that I will come home.” Luke said, trying to be brave, he already was missing his family, just at the thought of being away from home for so long.
    "I already miss you and you don’t leave for another hour.” Bo said, a couple tears sliding down his cheeks.
    "I miss you to Bo.” Luke said, giving him a brotherly hug, which Bo returned. Luke felt a couple tears streak his cheeks. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%     The next few days passed much the same, Luke only seemed to withdraw further from his family, barely ever talking to anyone. He spent most the day alone and away from the farm. Daisy had gone to a friend’s house that morning so there was only Bo and Jesse at home. Bo was feeding the chickens and Jesse could see there was a distant look in his youngest nephew’s eyes.
    "What’s wrong Bo?” Jesse asked.
Bo shrugged. "I am just worried about Luke.”
    "He has been through a lot he just needs time to adjust to being back home.” Jesse said.
    "He doesn’t even seem to be the same person.” Bo said.
    "He went to war Bo; of course he has changed some.” Jesse reasoned.
    "He hasn’t just changed some he has changed completely. We used to best friends and now he won’t even talk to him. Half the time he acts like I am the enemy.” Bo said.
    "You are just over reacting Bo.” Jesse said.
    "No I am not Uncle Jesse. Luke has changed a lot. I know that he has been through a lot but . . . I just wish he talk about it.” Bo said.
    "Just give him time.” Jesse said.
Bo nodded and went back to feeding the chickens.
    Later that day Jesse went into town to pick up supplies. Bo was out by the barn when Luke came home.
    "Hey Luke.”
Luke turned and looked at Bo coldly and walked past.
    "Luke can we talk?”
    "I don’t want to talk to you so leave me alone.” Luke said, his voice was cold as ice.
    "Look, I know that you have been through a lot but . . ." Bo started to say but didn’t get to finish his sentence, Luke spun around and closed his hand around Bo’s throat tightly.
    "I said I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to hear your voice either.”
Bo tried to pry Luke’s fingers off from around his throat, gasping deeply for air. Luke seemed to only hold on tighter the more Bo struggled, restricting his breathing. Bo started to feel weak from the lack of oxygen reaching his lungs and dropped to his knees. Luke let go, shoving Bo backwards on to the ground. He stared down at Bo with an icy cold glare. Bo coughed as he breathed deeply, relieved to be able to breathe again. Bo looked up at Luke, the person looking down at him didn’t even seem to be his cousin.
    "Luke, what is the matter with you?”
    "I said I don’t want to hear your voice.” Luke grabbed a pitchfork, which was stuck in a nearby bail of hay.
Luke raised the pitchfork high above Bo’s head, preparing to plunge it down in to him. Luke looked down at the enemy he had captured on his land. The person looked a lot like his youngest cousin, Bo, but Bo wasn’t that old, Bo was still only a kid. Bo looked up at Luke, actually feeling fear that Luke was really going to hurt him. Luke locked eyes with Bo, he could see a tiny bit of fear but he could also see trust, trust that his older cousin would never actually hurt him. Luke started to shake and a lone tear streaked down his left cheek. He tossed the pitchfork to one side.
    "Oh lordy, I am so sorry Bo I . . ." Luke started to say his voice trailing off.
Bo stood up and gently put a hand on Luke’s shoulder, Luke pulled away like Bo’s hand was made of fire.
    "It is okay Luke.” Bo said softly.
Luke looked at Bo for a moment then shook his head. "No it is not okay.”
Before Bo could say anything further Luke turned and quickly left the farm. Bo sighed as he watched Luke leave, wondering just what had gotten into Luke.
     Jesse came home about ten minutes later, and saw Bo sitting on the porch, he instantly noticed Bo’s pale complexion.
     “What’s wrong Bo?” Jesse asked, walking over to stand in front of his youngest nephew.
Bo looked up at Jesse wondering how to tell Jesse what had just happened. “I think there is more wrong with Luke then him just needing some time to get over this.”
     “What has you jumping to that conclusion again?” Jesse asked.
     “I ain’t jumping to conclusions Uncle Jesse.” Bo said, then took a deep breath and told Jesse what had happened.
Jesse paled slightly. “I can’t believe that Luke would do that.”
     “I know. I couldn’t believe it was happening myself. It was like Luke was a completely different person.” Bo said.
     “Are you okay?” Jesse asked.
     “Other then been quite shook up, yeah I am fine.” Bo said.
     “Do you have any idea where Luke went when he left?” Jesse asked.
Bo shook his head. “No sir.”
Jesse sighed. “I guess we just have to wait until he gets home then, and just hope he don’t hurt himself . . . or anyone else.
     Luke sat at a table in the back corner of the Boar’s Nest, he couldn’t believe that he had almost seriously hurt Bo. Bo was a lot more to him then just his younger cousin, Bo was his best friend and more like a brother. Luke stared down at his half-finished beer the images of what he had just done to Bo flashed through his mind. His mind soon started to wander and he thought of the past, how he remembered Bo being his little cousin, Bo was only a kid, this guy at the farm couldn’t be Bo, it just couldn’t be. Luke then started to think of the war, the memory of the sound of the bombs falling, guns firing and people screaming was ringing in his ears. Reality faded from around Luke and he felt as though he was standing in the middle of the war zone. Hours later Luke left the Boar’s Nest, thinking to himself the enemy was living in his own home and that he had to take care of the enemy make the enemy pay. The enemy has taken his younger cousin away and he would force him to give Bo back to him, no matter how long he had to torture him for.
     By the time Luke went home the old farmhouse was in darkness. Daisy was staying at her friend’s house that night, Jesse and Bo and given up waiting for Luke to come home and gone to bed. Luke walked through the darkness, pale moonlight shone through the windows to guide his way. Bo lay on his back, in a restless sleep, wearing a pair of old grey sweat pants. He heard the floorboards, by the bedroom door creak. Bo sat up ad could see Luke’s outline in the shadows by the door.
     “Luke I am glad you are home. We have been so worried about you.” Bo said.
Luke didn’t say anything as he moved quickly toward Bo; his mind lost in such a daze that he actually saw Bo as the enemy and not his younger cousin.
     “What is wrong Luke?” Bo asked.
Luke didn’t respond to Bo’s question. Bo didn’t see the object in Luke’s right hand. Luke swung his arm, the blunt object in his hand connecting solidly with Bo’s left temple. Bo moaned softly as darkness consumed his mind and he slumped forward on the bed. Luke’s eyes looked vacant and distance and an unusual smile curled on his lips as he picked up Bo’s limp body. He carried Bo across his shoulder and quietly left the house, to a hideout by the Indian caves.
Bo slowly woke up; his head throbbed as he tried to sit up. He reached up and touched his temple with his fingers. He felt the warm stickiness of blood. He drew his fingers back and looked at the blood that coated his fingers. Luke heard movement of his enemy waking up and walked over and stood in front of Bo. Bo looked up at Luke with shocked eyes.
    “Luke . . .” Bo started to say, but was silenced by Luke.
Luke kicked Bo in the stomach, making Bo gasp for air. “Prisoners only speak when TOLD to speak.”
     “I ain’t exactly a prisoner.” Bo said.
     “Yes you are, you’re my prisoner.” Luke said, and knelt in front of Bo then backhanded him across the face. “And you are only to speak when I ask you to speak.”
     “You’ve really lost it Luke. Why do you think that I am your prisoner . . . why are you doing this?” Bo asked.
Luke struck Bo across the face again. “I am the one who asks the questions around here. What is so hard for you to understand that you are only to speak when I tell you to?”
     “Luke I don’t know why you are doing this, you are acting like you don’t even know who I am. I am not the enemy I am your cousin.” Bo said.
Luke glared at Bo with cold and hateful eyes; he shot his hand out closing it tightly around Bo’s throat.
     “You are NOT my cousin. My cousin is only a child. You stole my cousin from me and I am going to make you pay.” Luke said.
Bo looked at Luke with confused eyes, Luke really didn’t know who he was. Luke’s hand grew tighter around Bo’s neck restricting his breathing. Bo tried to pry Luke’s fingers off from his throat, desperately trying to air into his lungs. He tried to plead with his eyes for Luke to stop, but Luke’s eyes were like ice. Bo started to feel weak; he moved his lips to speak to Luke but couldn’t make a sound. A couple moments later Bo’s eyes rolled back, and darkness slipped over his mind like a cold blanket. Luke felt his prisoner go weak in his arms and tossed Bo’s limp body to one side.
     Jesse sensed that something was wrong, he woke up when his big toe started hurting. He went to check Bo, he opened the door a crack. Moonlight shone through the window revealing that the room was empty.
     “Bo.” Jesse called out, only silence replied.
Jesse stepped into the room, turning on the light. The covers on Bo’s bed were a mess, Jesse heart beat fastly in his chest as he approached the bed, he knew that something was wrong. As he grew closer he noticed a smear of blood on the pillow. Fear filled his mind and body as what he was worried about was confirmed, something was wrong. Jesse ran outside and looked around for any sign of Bo, his heart sinking when he found none. He wondered where Luke was, and a sudden nagging suspicion entered his mind, Luke had something to do with Bo’s disappearance. Jesse thought about what Bo told him happened earlier that day, he wondered if things would go as far as for Luke to really hurt Bo. Jesse prayed that his suspicion was wrong but couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Bo was in serious danger and the danger would come from the hands of his own cousin.
     Luke tied Bo’s hands together and suspended him from the thick branch of a tree. Bo’s body dangled several inches off the ground. Bo moaned as he slowly began to awake, his head was throbbing and for a brief moment he forget where he was and what was happening, then it all came crashing back down on him. He raised his head and looked around for Luke. Luke was sitting on nearly by log, sharpening a stick, to a point, with his pocket knife. Luke looked up and smiled coldly at Bo, Bo found there was none of the cousin he had known in that smile.
     “About time you woke up.” Luke said, getting up and walking over to Bo.
Bo’s arms ached and he became wrists burned, he tried to struggle free, but the ropes sank deeper into his skin drawing blood.
     “Luke, please don’t do this.” Bo pleaded, praying he couldn’t get through to Luke.
     “I did not ask you to speak.” Luke said flatly.
Luke picked up a long willow branch, and evil smile curled on his lips. Bo looked at Luke with fear filled eyes, and wondered what had happened to Luke to cause his cousin to be like this. Luke tore open Bo’s shirt and the struck Bo across the chest with the willow branch, which acted like a whip. Bo bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain as Luke struck him repeatedly the stinging turning to pain as he started to bleed.
     “Please stop Luke, please.” Bo said softly.
Luke grabbed him by the throat. “I did give you permission to speak. Perhaps I should just cut out your vocal cord . . . but that would end your suffering too soon.”
Luke ran the blade of his knife down along the side of Bo’s face, drawing a thick line of blood, causing Bo to cry out in pain.
     “You have only just begun to know what true suffering is.” Luke said.
     “Luke you can’t do this. What happened to make you be this way?”
Luke’s eyes flashed with anger. “You don’t know when to shut up do you?”
Luke grabbed Bo by the sides of the mouth. “Maybe I should cut your tongue out, that’d keep you quiet.”
Luke pulled away after a moment and ran the stick through Bo’s left shoulder. Bo screamed in pain, and Luke smiled, twisting the stick. After a moment Luke pulled the stick out, he stared at the blood, and Bo cold see that his older cousin’s eyes were haunted. Luke mumbled something softly and walked away from Bo.
     Jesse was starting to lose hope that he was going to find either Bo or Luke, he only had a flashlight and the light of the moon to see by. Suddenly he heard a creaking sound, off through the woods to his right to his right, and he followed the sound. His mouth dropped open when he say Bo handing by a rope from a branch, blood streaked down his arms and down the left side of his chest. Jesse feared that he was too late to save Bo. He ran over to where Bo was. Bo raised his head slightly at the sound of someone approaching almost fearing that it would be Luke.
     “Uncle Jesse . . . “ Bo said his voice trailing off as he passed out.
     By the time Bo woke up it was dawn, the light shinning through the window warming his face. As he moved around on his bed, he found his arms ached, and he could hardly move his left arm. The events of the night before consumed his mind and haunted him. Bo noticed that his left arm was in a sling, and his wrists were bandaged. The moment he sat up on the bed, Jesse walked into the room.
     “Glad that you finally decided to wake up.” Jesse said. “How are you feeling?”
Bo gave a one shoulder shrug, unable to put the way he was feeling into words.
     “What happened?” Jesse asked, as he sat down on the edge of Bo’s bed.
Bo swallowed hard, and Jesse saw fear and pain flicker through Bo’s dark blue eyes, knowing whatever had happened caused more pain then anyone could see. Bo held the tears back that swam in his eyes, not sure if he could tell his uncle what had happened.
     “It’s okay Bo, just tell me.” Jesse said softly, urging his young nephew to talk, thinking that would help.
Bo took a deep breath and told Jesse everything that had happened. Jesse sat listening intently, by the time Bo was done he had no idea what to say. A few tears streaked Bo’s cheeks, and Jesse hugged his trembling nephew.
     “It’s okay Bo, it’s all over now.” Jesse said softly.
Bo sat back and looked at his uncle. “It is not okay . . . something is wrong with Luke. Something had to have happened to make him this way but he won’t talk about it . . . he only lashes out.”
     “It’ll be okay Bo, we’ll get by this.” Jesse said.
Bo looked sceptical, though he said nothing.
     “Where did Luke go?” Jesse asked.
     “I don’t know he just went walking off.” Bo said.
Jesse frowned. “If I could find him perhaps I could get him to talk about whatever is wrong.”
     “I don’t know.” Bo said. “Where’s Daisy?”
     “She called earlier and said she and Karla were going shopping in Atlanta with Karla’s older sister, and won’t be back until later this afternoon. I didn’t tell her about what was happening, I thought it best to not involve her.”
Bo nodded. “Yeah, that is probably best.”
They sat in silence for a moment and then Jesse spoke up. “Perhaps I should go and try to find Luke. Will you be okay here by yourself?”
Bo nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
Jesse stood up and seemed to think about it for a minute, he was worried about leaving Bo alone, worried that Luke would return before him. Jesse hated to think that Bo’s life was in danger at the hands of his own cousin and could barely believe it.
     “Just go Uncle Jesse, I’ll be fine.” Bo said.
Jesse nodded and turned to leave the room. He reached the door when Bo spoke up.
     “Uncle Jesse . . .”
Jesse turned and looked at Bo. “Yes, what?”
     “Find Luke and help him. I know he never meant to hurt me.” Bo said.
Jesse nodded, and turned and left the bedroom. He wondered if something had happened to Luke to make him this way or if it was merely post war syndrome.
     Bo snapped awake, as he felt a strong hand clamp down on his left shoulder, crying out in pain. He came face to face, with his older cousin. Luke’s light blue eyes were cold, and appeared distant. Luke was dressed in jungle fatigues. A fiery pain raced through Bo’s arm as Luke hauled him to his feet by his injured shoulder. Luke flung Bo across the room, the sling pulled off as Bo fell backwards. Bo landed roughly on the ground, slamming against the wall.
     “Luke please stop this.” Bo begged.
Luke just shook his head, and smiled down coldly at Bo. “It only stops with your death.”
Bo noticed the machine gun, that Luke had slung over his shoulder, and wondered if Luke intended to hot him. Bo was almost laughing to himself, it seemed to unreal that he was fearing his older cousin, Luke had never done anything to hurt him in the past, before he left for the Marines. They had the best of friend’s and were even blood brothers, now it was like there was no bond to Luke he was the enemy. Luke prodded the tip of the gun at Bo’s shoulder, harshly jabbing against the stitches that held the wound shut.
     “Get up.” Luke said, his voice demanding.
Bo got to his feet and just stood there looking at Luke, trying to read his older cousin’s eyes, finding nothing there, Luke’s eyes were distant and vacant. Luke took a roll of thick green gun tape out of one the pockets in his jacket. He held Bo’s wrists together with one hand and wound a long piece of tape around Bo’s wrists, cutting the end of the tape, with a jagged knife. Then he grabbed Bo by the wrists and drug him out of the room and out of the house.
     “Where are you taking me?” Bo asked.
     “Keep quiet or I will tape your mouth shut. You are my prisoner and only speak when I command you to.” Luke said.
Bo tried to pull away, his wrists ached from the rough treatment and his left shoulder burned in pain.
Luke pulled Bo to be inches in front of him, the blade of his knife, pressed against Bo’s throat, hard enough to draw a small trickle of blood.
     “Quit fighting me, you will see soon enough were we are going.” Luke said, shoving Bo roughly, into the old green truck he bought that morning in Capitol City.
Luke climbed into the truck, and used a thick piece of rope to tie Bo to the seat, in case he tried to leap from the truck. Bo sat quietly staring out the window, trying to tell himself this all had be a dream.
     A few minutes later the reached the town, and Luke parked the truck behind the bell tower, that sat on one side of the town square. Luke cut the rope away, almost cutting Bo as well, then drug Bo out of the truck.
     “What are you doing here?” Bo asked.
Luke glared at Bo, though answered his question rather then threatening him again. “I am going to take care of your allies.”
Bo looked confused, having no idea what Luke was talking about. “What are you talking about?”
Luke broke the lock on the door, and drug Bo inside, then barricaded the door. Luke smiled at Luke.
     “What I mean is all your allies in this town. We are going up to the top of the bell tower and you get watch as I shoot all you allies.” Luke said, his voice like ice.
Bo paled. “Luke you can’t do this, you need help.”
Luke smacked Bo across the face. “I did not ask for your opinion.”
Bo tried to pull away but Luke held him firmly. Bo stumbled as Luke drug him up the long flight of stairs that lead to the top of the bell tower. Bo slammed his knees against the hard wood stairs a few times when he stumbled, by the time they reached the top, Bo knees were swollen and he could barely move his legs. Luke flung him against the wall of the tower that faced out to the street below. Luke put his machine gun on a stand, and looked through the sight, smiling at the clear shot he had at the whole town square, the bell tower being the highest point in the town. Luke grabbed Bo by the neck and forced him to his knees, holding his head up to view the street. The town was quite busy with people, and Bo knew that if Luke opened fire a lot of innocent people would die.
     “Luke please cousin, you can’t do this.” Bo said.
Luke’s grip tightened. “You are not my cousin.”
     “We are cousins Luke, you have to know that in your heart. You can’t start shooting innocent people. If you really want to kill then just kill me.” Bo said.
     “Not a chance blondie, you get to stay here and watch your allies die and then you die.” Luke said.
     “Don’t Luke. People down there are your friends. You could kill people you know. What about Uncle Jesse and Daisy?”
Luke grabbed Bo’s injured shoulder, making him cry out in pain.
     “Keep your mouth shut.” Luke said.
Bo sighed, knowing there was no words that would get through to Luke. Luke turned back to his gun and looked through the sight, his finger preparing to close around the trigger. Bo’s paled, and his heart beat widely, he knew there was nothing he could do to save the lives of the innocent people on the street below, nothing he could do to save himself, nothing he could do to help his cousin. Bo could barely even move his whole body numb with pain.
     The sound of gun firing rung through the air, Bo watched as the innocent citizens of Hazzard were gunned down. At first nobody paid any attention to the gunfire, not until the first body hit the ground. Everyone started screaming and running in all directions as Luke fired the machine killing several people. Tears streaked Bo’s cheeks as he watched people die, their blood staining the white sidewalks as well as the road and the walls. Some managed to find cover but it all seemed to happen so quickly that most were killed. Everybody tried to figure out were the gunfire was coming from, soon figuring it was coming from the bell tower. Luke shoot several people through the windows of stores, making people take cover far from the windows. Bo watched unable to find his voice, not able to believe it was even real, not believing that his cousin Luke could the lives of so many innocent people. Luke turned and looked at Bo.
     “Are you ready to die?” Luke asked.
Bo just stared blankly at Luke, his dark blue eyes filled with fear and sadness.
     Luke looked at his enemy and the truth crashed down on him. It was Bo who he was torturing, innocent people he had slaughtered. He was causing the person he cared most about in the world pain, causing Bo to fear him. It was his young cousin who he had beaten and was now about to kill. He couldn’t believe the err of his ways, of course Bo was no longer a child, four years had past Bo had grown up. Tears swelled up in Luke’s eyes.
     “I am sorry Bo.” Luke said softly.
Bo didn’t know what to see, he could see Luke’s were clear now.
     “I never meant to hurt you . . .” Luke started to say and glanced down at the street below, where dead bodies lay in pools of blood knowing he had killed them. “I never meant to hurt anyone.”
Bo still felt at a loss for words, doubting there was any words to say. Luke pulled out his knife.
     “I am sorry Bo, I just pray that someday you can forgive me.” Luke said.
Bo watched with wide eyes as Luke plunged the knife through his own heart. Luke collapsed to the ground, blood pouring out from the knife, and dripping from the corners of his mouth.
     “NO!” Bo cried, and made his way over to his cousin’s fallen body, ignoring his own pain.
Luke’s eyes were glassed over with death and Bo throw himself against Luke’s body, dimly aware that he was becoming soaked in Luke’s blood. Bo allowed himself to cry, not holding the tears back at all. After a moment Bo sat up and looked at his cousin, he tried to pull the knife from Luke’s chest, but his hands were bound to tightly, preventing him from doing so. Bo wondered how he would live without Luke in this life, and how he could live with all that had happened, and doubted that he could. Bo stood up, his legs trembling as he walked to the edge, and climbed over, the small wall. Bo took one last look at where Luke lay dead.
     “I forgive you Luke.” Bo said and then leapt from the bell tower.
Bo closed his eyes as he fell, feeling the wind whip past his face as he plummeted towards the ground.
     Bo suddenly jerked awake, breathing hard, his body covered in a cold sweat, his heart racing. He turned and looked as he heard the door open, seeing his uncle standing there.
     “C’mon get up sleepy head, Luke’s train arrives in an hour.” Jesse said, then noticed Bo’s pale complexion. “Are you okay?”
Bo took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah just had a bad dream is all.”
     “Want to talk about it?” Jesse asked.
     “I don’t really remember it.” Bo lied, not wanting to talk about it at all.
     “Oh okay. Just hurry up and get ready.” Jesse said.
     “Yes sir.” Bo said.
Bo got dressed the images of his dream still haunting him.
    Bo stood beside Jesse and Daisy waiting for the train, and watching as the train came rolling up to the station, he prayed that his dream wouldn’t come true. He took a deep breathe and tried to block the images from his mind and stood watching for his older cousin to step off the train, coming home after four long years of being gone with the Marines and being in ‘Nam.