I think I've just written the intro to my new book.

Soldier's Cross

How can one go through life unscarred with no stories to tell; no memories to prove their existance? I have some memories that would scar a reader for life...

My first memory. I wasn't 2 years old when I was taken from my mother's arms and strapped down to a gurny. I was screaming and the image of my mother's face, the face of someone broken and helpless, was permanently burned into my mind. That is, of course, until an image equally traumatizing took it's place.

A moving image of my mother picking up her shoe and realizing that her children were watching, she shoved it back up inside her pant leg. Why is this a traumatizing image worthy of a scar? Because her foot was still inside her shoe. You'd think the next many images of blood and torture would be worse, but you'd be wrong. The initial realization, the point of entry of the knife, is what causes the scar. MY scars prove this.