WILD

Verne is WILD. Verne is the correct man to have on your side when the shit hits the fan.

He is a soldier he was born a soldier, he loves the veld he lives for the veld the veld is his home. He sleeps with a Bible under his pillow and when he prays he goes on his knees as one should. He is incredibly handsome I’ve always hated him for that, and his wife also is dangerously beautiful.

Verne is my brother because we had different fathers and different mothers. Our older brother is even worse. We shared many dreams and many nightmares. He told on me only once, I am happy to say I survived and am alive to tell the story. He denies it up until today.

He’s alive but he’s supposed to be dead he should have died a hundred times.

All names have to be changed for the protection of the innocent, for the sake of his family, for my own safety and well-being and in case the police are looking for him. Some detail unfortunately also must be omitted and for the same reasons.

Verne is WILD