<div style="text-align: justify;">Josephine looked sideways at Nazo. She was really worried about what could be happening, but tried to trust the man and relax a little. With a soft sigh, she leaned back a little and kept listening as he told Julia's story. The girl felt a lump in her throat when the man finished.<br/><br/>"Poor Mrs. Julia", Josephine murmured softly. Her eyes were clearly watering up. "I can't even... I have heard of men returning different from the war. It had to do with all the things they saw, and lived through, I believe. Father calls it combat fatigue. Some become violent, others turn emotionally detached. It's very sad". Josie shook her head. "And all those poor babies who never got in this world. It must have been...".<br/><br/>Josephine's voice was cut when a car smashed hard on the side of the cab. "Oh, God!", she shrieked, trying to hold on to the seat in front of hers.</div>