George's Monologue

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

The rain had just stopped pouring, and we had all gathered in a park nearby, as a makeshift memorial for Johnny. It wasn’t really a funeral, we didn’t have the budget for that, and it wasn’t like his parents cared enough to give him a proper goodbye.

The pearl, in my opinion, was not evil, it was bait. It lured bystanders in as a test. It reminds be of the trails to get to heaven; it was made to entice the greedy and selfish so they may be punished. Those who can keep away the destructive thinking of power and riches get rewarded. It was a standard to leech out the sinners.

I kept writing. It was hard, but I could get everything off of my chest. I could explain to people what had happened to me. I could tell my English teacher. It was a little hard, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Greasers didn’t cry.

…What Daisy? No, a bad lie got me out in the final, weren’t you watching?

I was a productive woman, and I wanted people to see it in me. I wanted them to see it in the way I walked. I wanted them to see it in the way I talked. I wanted them to see it in the way I worked late every night to make my patients, and the world, a healthier, better place. Most importantly, though, my productivity was expressed in the way that I raised my boy. I wanted Eugene to be as perfect as I was, and I worked my hardest to keep all distractions from him. Still, he always managed to slide his face into the pages of his books every chance he got. I didn’t see the point in it. He had the top marks out of everyone in his class, so what was the point in reading books that didn’t improve his grades? I didn’t

Through the windows of the burning building, one could see the masks of the Doctors. Everyone knew what the bird-like gas masks meant-- another sick one was going to Reformation. A sick one, or a curious one. It's almost for certain that they would never see the light of day again. The flame of life would be snuffed out. The Doctors would make sure of it.

“Get up you jarhead Zahltag idiot. You in my tree..” She says. A tank pulls up and duke gets out. She walks over and starts hitting him a lot.

It’s been two months since the incident happened with Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones and I. It’ll be nice if I could find her and thank her for the life lesson she taught me on the night of the incident.

Now that I have found you, I just want to know a few things. How did you feel when you discovered my camp? You may not have known about them previously (since these camps were secrets to the world), so it may have shocked you. What did you think of gas chambers, the crematoria, and the mass pits full of deceased Jews? I still remember them; their memory bothers me no longer, though. I have not healed… one does not heal after seeing those things. I

The same soldier came and picked me up, I hugged and kissed my family goodbye. I was heartbroken but I was helping the union, defeat the rebels. I heard our front door shut behind me, and I promised myself that I was going to make it back. After 3 days of traveling we made it to the camp, and my canteen was empty. The general was there to greet me and told me the plan. I settled in for that night and ate dinner. It was definitely worst dinner I have ever had. I turned my lamp out and I snuggled next to my dog in the pup tent to keep warm than I was snug as a bug. It was a burdel cold night. Early that morning, soldiers woke up and most of them had frostbite on their fingers and

Me: There was a hostage situation. Tell me what you remember about the hostages coming home.

…He had stood before a judge and said that he would not go into the army. At the time there was no other choice for him. Christ… just a goddamn kid is all I was… what the hell have I done? What am I doing back here? The best

I felt the right side of my face burning and found blisters. The right sleeve of my shirt was torn. I began to smell an odor that I had smelled as a young man in Florida many times during lightning storms. I knew what had happened. We had been struck by lightning. I remember just looking up at the sky and saying, “God, not you too!” As we got our senses together and checked each other out, we began to realize we had got off easy. We had burns, blisters, torn clothes, and we were numb in certain parts of our bodies. The radio would not work. It took us about two and a half hours to get back to our command post.

We ran as fast as we could to the town and told the tale. People were amazed at what we said and didn’t quite believe it. So they came with us to see if it was possible. It was. The people saw the possessed men, well, not possessed. The 12 men and the Jew gave them some clothes and where having a pleasant conversation in the graveyard. The people were terrified. They were even more scared when they saw the drowned pigs. The pigs now had disgusting purple veins all over their bodies, up to their eyes, and down to their tales. I had to look away as I saw one of the pig's tongue fall out. Trust me, you don't want me to describe that. All the towns people look away and look at the heroic Jew that did this. I wasn't even afraid of losing my job. I was