The Devils Jester - Sean Austin - Bog

After those long brutal weeks we went through, I was surprised any of us came out of it alive. We were tired, battered and bloody but we were still gamely standing despite what had been thrown at us. When Jack had appeared at the front door with tanks at his back, I could have cried through sheer relief. He had no idea how grateful I was he had arrived in time.After escaping from hell, should anyone be expected to return again? Even if it means getting a ticket home?