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I drift in and out of sleep. Time still has no meaning for me, only pain.

Arriving at the Comfort we are lifted on stretchers by crane to the deck of the ship.  My time on the �Comfort� is spent laying on a bunk and being treated like I am the King of Siam. All I have to do is to ask for something and it is delivered to me. They named it right.

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