Who: Achilles and Polyxena When: Monday afternoon What: Afternoon dates, memorial looking and PTSD episodes Where: New York Vietnam Veterans Memorial
Achilles had spent all this time enveloped into his thoughts and stories of the past. Not only his own but of the men he served with. The project that had taken him from a screenplay to a book was near complete. Something else he could be proud of. Why then in the midst of such an accomplishment did he feel a tether cut itself from the fabric he'd woven? It was a tapestry that had a wink link. His chink in armor that would eventually destroy himself or those around him. He was living in this future now, trying to break free of everything else---but the past made the man, and the men of the world today would never let him move on from it. The best he could do was try to find some peace within.
There wasn't a rain cloud in the sky as he watched silently in the crowd for the girl who had turned his world into something more bearable. It wasn't Briseis this time that he clung to. It was the girl he asked for to make things right. To soothe his mind and the trail of blood he left behind him. He held onto her hand tightly now and took her with him.