Head Cases

Lost In The Trenches

...I've been lost in over-thought...thinking about the night my dad killed my mom...I was sixteen and my mind has closed off so many details...I was sixteen...I should remember everything...my younger siblings remember more than I do...well all except the baby...she was only 6 in 1965. It was 16 days before Christmas. This weekend the siblings were supposed to get together and piece together our memories...just the five of us who witnessed the murder.
...There were 10 of us then...before my brother was killed in Viet Nam...just months after our mother's death.