The rain was burned my eyes, despite my glasses. I squinted painfully at the foggy horizon, then at the door. I counted the number of red brick steps to the door…..one…two…three…four…five… Just five steps… I thought of the indefinite distance to the beyond; towards the horizon. I glanced at the door again. The water in my boots chilled my toes; but I walked. The soaking camouflage sweater I wore was dragging me down; but I walked. My legs were filled with trepidation as I took the first step. The second step made me nauseous. The third made my heart found even more than it already is. The fourth made me want to puke. The fifth made me want to die. My numb fingers grasped the brass knob of the door. Involuntarily, I turned the knob.