This is me in around 1890 and at that time my name was William. I was a stable boy just to the north of London. I served in the Great War as a cavalryman in Palestine - in the Lancers. In fact I helped to 'liberate' Jerusalem from the Turks. I was married and had two sons and a daughter and lived to see them married. I died by my dray, crushed by a barrel of beer in London in the 1930's. I have since remerged, perhaps not surprisingly as the child of my own granddaughter. In this life I very soon experienced bitter sectarian conflict. I was raised, in spite of my parents best efforts into unemployment and from this to serve the blind and ever hungry military industrial complex. Eventually and some chapters later I was forced to rescue my own family from ariel bombardment in a modern siege of Byzantium. Now, I make my return to the Holy Land from whence, in this life, I emerged into the world amid the sun and with my first breath of air taken from the mediterranean sea.
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