In The End, I Always

The Heart Does Not Go Backward. Only The Mind.

The Thing That Most Haunted Me That Day, However...was The Fact That These Things Had - Apparently - Actually Occurred...for All His Attention To My Historical Education, My Father Had Neglected To Tell Me This: History's Terrible Moments Were Real. I Understand Now, Decades Later, That He Could Never Have Told Me. Only History Itself Can Convince You Of Such A Truth. And Once You've Seen That Truth - Really Seen It - You Can't Look Away.

It Was Not The Brutality Of What Occurred Next That Changed My Mind And Brought Home To Me The Full Meaning Of Fear. It Was The Brilliance Of It.

It Was Strange, I Reflected.. That Even In The Weirdest Circumstances, The Most Troubling Episodes Of One's Life, The Greatest Divides From Home And Familiarity, There Were These Moments Of Undeniable Joy.

It Touched Me To Be Trusted With Something Terrible.