BOOK THREE
He was Peter Birger, a decorated veteran, but no one seemed to care. He had been made a scapegoat—put somewhere to be forgotten about and shut away in one of the darkest asylums in the history of England. Kept quiet about events he had experienced in the First World War in Ypres, Belgium in 1917.
What he saw and experienced there was more than the horror of war; he saw the horror within it...moving on the battlefield and in the trenches, consuming both friend and foe, animal and man. And then just as suddenly as it came, the war and ‘it’…was gone. Leaving behind a man, ridden with guilt and outcast with a broken soul—and an even more broken mind. They had locked away to keep him quiet and stop his ravings about what no one wanted to know…what no one wanted to name.
As you read this diary, you yourself will have to determine his sanity…You yourself will have to find a name for his horror.
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