Keiths account of his friendship with Stephen and his family relationships using the bayonet scene from Chapter 10 as a starting point.

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Keith’s account of his friendship with Stephen and his family relationships using the bayonet scene from Chapter 10 as a starting point.

I stand there, next to the trunk shining the bayonet that could have just ended Stephens’s life, his miserable, pathetic, inconsequential life. I stand there and watch as he scurries away, like the little vermin he is. I make no movement as he leaves, no recognition that his presence is gone because to me he means nothing now. Nothing more than a rat I should have exterminated. Why didn’t I? Putting the emery cloth and deadly bayonet securely back in their resting place, I contemplate this question. Deep down I know the answer. Regret.  Regret that I pushed away my last friend, my only friend. The only person that would give me the time of day, the only person who would unquestionably follow me in to my own personal war but that was then and this is now. To me my true comrade, my brother in arms. He had been changed by the horrors of war. In his place existed a shell, a shadow of his former self. In all honesty all I felt for the old bean now was pity. For he is and always was my inferior.

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Leaving the confines of the hideout for what I knew would be the last time I felt yet more regrets pile up inside me. As I entered the fresh air I felt a cool breeze wash over me, its intoxicating aroma overcoming me, dampening my senses. As if on auto pilot I began to march towards my house. My legs moved of their own accord bringing me closer to what I was to become. My Father. The realisation dawned on me as I opened the gate and entered the pristine, well ordered world and by doing so turned my ...

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