I Shall Never Forget How I Was

I Shall Never Forget How I Was Roused One Night By The Groans Of A Fellow Prisoner, Who Threw Himself About In His Sleep, Obviously Having A Horrible Nightmare. Since I Had Always Been Especially Sorry For People Who Suffered From Fearful Dreams Or Deliria, I Wanted To Wake The Poor Man. Suddenly I Drew Back The Hand Which Was Ready To Shake Him, Frightened At The Thing I Was About To Do. At That Moment I Became Intensely Conscious Of The Fact That No Dream, No Matter How Horrible, Could Be As Bad As The Reality Of The Camp Which Surrounded Us, And To Which I Was About To Recall Him.