Cold and barren.

His mind is cold and barren like the no mans land where so many had their lives seized from them. He has just returned.

His mother hugs and kisses him. His heart feels no warmth. The lady next-door calls him a hero.

She doesn't know.

No one knows.

No one can see his mind when he jumps at a cabinet slamming. They laugh along and jokingly apologize. But they weren't there when a bullet sped past his head and hit his comrade.

Cold and barren.

How will he get out of this labyrinth of suffering?