He emerges br (somewhat startled) br br from the jungle br of his days br br unaware that the War br has ended br br a quarter of a century br ago or more br br still as green br & platsic br br as he had been br way back then when br br my child's hand br had placed him there br br & my now adult hand br picks him up...runs him under the tap br br time disolving br like cobwebs br br as still he guards br the secret door br br of my childhood br br fights off br the tears br br that explode br all around him br br not recognising now br the child br br who had lost him.