Flashback nightmare last night.
Father I need a refuge right now. A safe, protected place, where I can sleep and eat and rest
Then go back and fight.
You are my bunker. My bivouac. (Sp?) My safe place. My good jou jou. Hide me under your wings for a little. Don’t let me forget these long submerged memories from scarier times. I want to take them to the counselor You’re going to help me find, and then eventually use them to help others. OK?