Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life.
He's heard it might be therapeutic...
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Lest We Forget
They shall not grow old, as we who are left grow old.
Age shall not weary tem, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.