It was so quiet, so dark, and so cold yet I sensed myself sweating, A loud bang went off from close by, someone called out in pain! Things fell onto me so I brushed them off, tried my best to focus but my vison was very blurred, things didn’t make sense, where was I, I couldn’t think for some reason, felt a little dizzy for some reason like I was drunk, My legs and arms felt heavy when I tried to move them, I wiped my eyes and they stung hard, stuff ran down my face that didn’t feel like rain and didn’t taste like rain, Foreign voices I could hear, more loud bangs went off from close by, Another call from someone in pain was heard, I tried to pull myself up but slipped and slipped again, The dark sky lit up and I wiped my eyes the best I could, 2 The rain I thought was falling on me wasn’t rain, it was black and thick, it smelled of oil, It went into my mouth so I spat it out, How was it raining oil, dreaming I thought I was, just in a bad dream and would wake up I was waiting for, I wasn’t dreaming, I was awake, lying in a ditch soaked in oil in the night somewhere but where somewhere was I didn’t know, “Shift over mate” I heard someone announce and felt someone push up against me with force, I swung round with the rifle I was holding, “Easy with that thing pal, it’s only me, we got big problems out there, Charlie team took a battering, minor casualties, the gun team are getting low on ammo, hey, where’s Sid bro” the same person asked after nudging me hard in the side, Without thinking I brought the end of the rifle up and hit whoever was talking too me across the jaw and scrambled out of the hole I was in, Losing my grip I slipped into another hole and bumped into another person, The rifle I had was not with me anymore, I looked about anxiously for something to defend myself, The person next to me didn’t move, 3 Someone called out from somewhere! The noise of shooting carried on followed by heavier shooting like from a machine gun, the black rain still fell down on me obscuring my vision, Bullets hit the sides of the hole I was in, the person who was next to me took a load of bullets or something else that pushed him hard against me, We both slipped further into the slipper mud and oil filled hole we were in, He was heavy and pushed me further into the bottom of the hole, The dark sky lit up followed by a very loud explosive sound, The ground around us shook, the person who was half on top of me took the impact from whatever was flying around, I went into the oily muddy water at the bottom of the hole, The weight of whoever was on top of me pushed me further down, Oil, water and mud went into my mouth and everywhere else, I couldn’t move this person off me and gasped for air, Strange thoughts went through my mind, was this the end I thought to myself? 4 With all my strength I pushed hard on the body that was on top and drowning me, I managed to get my head up out of the oily mud and gasped for air, More bullets bounced around the walls of the hole, someone called out in pain, another explosion went off close by that shook the ground hard, I went back under the mud again and fought hard to push the weight off me, With one last effort of strength I pushed my arm out of the mud in an attempt to grab hold of anything, Someone grabbed my hand and pulled hard, “Got you brother, we got you know mate” I heard someone called out! I woke and opened my eyes to see a pretty lady leaning over me, “It’s ok darling, you safe with me, another bad dream my darling, just a bad dream, I am here with you” I heard her say softly as she held my hand and pulled me from the floor back into bed, I looked hard at her and realized this lady was my wife and it was just another bad dream, She comforted me as I led shaking and covered in sweat, The dreams continue, they never go away.

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Highly entertaining account of a young man's first year as a rookie comedian. His comedy is focused on the world rather than the church, and he gigs regularly around the country ' average three times a week. He has a considerable following through the churches but also does a great deal of work through the mainstream comedy circuit. He has performed regularly at all the main Christian events. "The book represents my first year in the world of comedy. The book will chart the reality of life on the comedy circuit ' and how those ups and downs affect my faith, my relationships, my goals etc. It is also about a 25 year old slightly at odds with his environment. The gigs are a stepping stone for observations on life in general. I want to provide good quality humour that faces outwards and talks about life in general, rather than looking inwards and seeing the funny side of church."