Philip was a soldier. He was an immigrant from Ireland and to show his worth to the Americans, he fought in the later half of World War 1. That's when he met his future lover, he had been in America for a few days. His lovers family was high class but they weren’t stuck up. Before he knew it, they were married and he was being sent off for war. He wrote them countless letters, most of them showing his depleting sanity. War was awful, it felt like agony, it felt like years. He soon got used to it, when the war was over, he didn’t even believe his officer. He was now on a boat, the war was over and he could go home. His mind was left on the battlefield. Everyone noticed his stamper and his shaking, though he pretended like they didn’t know what they were talking about. He had heard the whispers of his fellow soldiers of “Shell Shock”, he was just praying he didn’t have whatever it was.