IN THE MIRROR, NEXT TO HIM, HE SAW HIS FACE. A VERY COMMON FACE. NOTHING BETRAYED THE TURMOIL HE FELT INSIDE.
HE HAD ALSO FOUGHT IN THE LAST WAR. AND HE HAD HOPED. BUT NOW HE WAS WITHOUT HOPE. YES, HE WAS NOT AFRAID TO ADMIT TO HIMSELF THAT HE WAS WITHOUT HOPE.
A SERIES OF DISAPPOINTMENTS OF HOPES WAS HIS LIFE. HE HAD HOPED THEN... HE HAD HOPED LATER...