Surfer, Soldier, Outlaw, Saint
by Crayton Bates
I sat straight up in bed, the sweat flowing from every pore in my shaking body. Terrified, looking around the darkened room, I could see my club jacket (colors) hanging from a hook on the wall. The nightmares and flashbacks had become more intense. So much so, that I dreaded to succumb to sleep. I reached under the pillow, pulled out my .45 caliber automatic and placed the barrel on my temple.