Along the way he looked in on Paula, who was still snoring, in exactly the same position he’d left her in.He had just finished eating the eggs and b...con he’d cooked for himself when he heard a shaky female voice call out, “Hello?” That was followed by a groan.“In the kitchen!” he yelled. If she couldn’t figure out where the kitchen was, he didn’t really care.Paula’s bedraggled head appeared, peeking around the corner of the entrance to the room. “Hello?” she said, much more softly. Even then. He worked at an all night diner, and tried to salvage what remained of his life.Bill Donnelly was an Army veteran of the Korean War. Like me he had been wounded. Unlike me he suffered from post traumatic stress disorder. Combat affects men differently. Some enjoy it. Some are permanently scarred psychologically, even if they are not hurt physically.In my case, I simply did not want to do it again. Also, I no longer enjoyed watching war movies. Finally, I did not want to have anything more to do. So he counted the hours till Saturday night and got ready for work. Saturday night was as easy and enjoyable as the coffee shop had been. She was dressed beautifully in a green dress that showcased all she had to offer and some naughty-looking strappy heeled sandals. They enjoyed their dinner and then took a stroll to the park, which was just a block away from their restaurant. He kissed her just as soon as her eyes asked for it, and she was luscious to kiss, better than his dreams. Her lips. Rance for the better part of the last five years, and she still didnot remember his name, "but I have nothing to pay you with." It's okay, Mrs. R," Mason said as he lowered the last box into theliving room, "I don't need anything. Now is that all?" Yes, thank you," she replied as she ushered him to the door. Mrs. Rancewas always looking for help, but never liked people to stay in herapartment too long. Of course Mason didn't mind at all, and was happy toreturn back to his bed to try and get.