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In 1917, I signed up to fight the Huns in France. Good men died all around me. And I saw no reason for it. The rules we lived by were lies. and they didn't apply to those who made them. I swore If I made it home, I would never follow orders again. I left a soldier. I came home an outlaw. I lived one robbery to the next. A good day was filled by sleep... and a good night spent running too hard to look back. I lived that life for 10 years. Until it caught up to me It all started with an inside man. === But we were in love and we were stupid.. And every time he was out of town, we were together. The fit was perfect. === I'm on about you being the type of lassie who consorts with criminals. The fact that the criminal is my son isn't the issue. It is that my son is still my son. and I have feelings that cause me to question the wisdom of consorting with the type of woman.. who knowingly consorts with criminals.