The cerebrum has suffered massive and irreparable damage. You can never know what has happened to him. If I have not been sure of this, I would not have permitted him to live.
(Where am I? Father? What happened?
I need help!)
- What is democracy?
- What is democracy?
It got something to do with young men killing each other Arthur.
- When it comes my turn, will you want me to go?
- For democracy, any man would give his begotten son.
It is impossible for any severed individual to experience pain, pleasure, memory, dreams or thoughts of any kind. This young man will be as unfeeling as the dead. Until the day he joins them.
( I don't know weather I'm alive or dreaming or dead or remembering...
How can you tell what's a dream and what's real... When you can't tell when you're alive or asleep?
Where am I?)
I can't remember anything
Can't tell if it's true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops with me
Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's nothing left of me
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, wake me
(They kept my head and chopped of everything.
Oh God, please let them hear me!
They've got to wake me up or I'll be like this for years...
Hear me!)
Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, take me
( It's like a piece of me that keeps on living... It won't always be like this... Will it?
I can't live like this!
I-I can't!
Please, no!
I can't! I can't!
Help me, help me, help me!
Mother, where are you?
Mother, mother? I'm having a nightmare and I can't wake up!)
Now the world is gone, I'm just one
Oh God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, help me
( Me, lying here... Like some freak in a carnival show.)
Here is the armless, legless wonder of the 20th century!
Death has a dignity of its own.
( Father... I need help. I'm in terrible trouble and I need help.)
Don't you remember when you were little?
How you and Bill Harper used to string a wire between two houses?
So you could telegraph to each other?
You'll remember the Morse code.
Darkness
Imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myseld
Body my holding cell
- It's Morse code.
- For what?
- S.O.S.: Help.
Landmine
Has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with my life in Hell
- What's he saying?
- He said 'kill me'.
Over and over again: 'Kill me'.
( Oh God... Please make them hear me...)
- Don't YOU have any message for him, Arthur?
- He's the product of your profession. Not mine.
( Kill me! I'm asking you to kill me.
Thank you...
No! Save me, please...
Father?)
- Each man faces death by himself.
Alone.
( Good bye, father.)
( Inside I'm screaming and nobody pays attention
If I had arms, I could kill myself
If I had legs, I could run away
If I had a voice, I could talk and be some kind of company for myself.
I could yell for help... But nobody'd help me.
I just got to do something... I don't see how I can... Go on like this.)
( S.O.S. Help me.
S.O.S. Help me.
S.O.S. Help me.
S...)
Consider war life. The mechanic of waking, eating, sleeping. Day and day over again. Continuing to live, but not living. Trapped in your own self. And not being able to escape.
