Hey everyone, here is an excerpt, I need advice, I don't know whether what I've written is switching the point of view... It's sort of omnipotence in a third person form, but it's a dream that the character is having. I walked over to the barbers tent and stood in the entrance way waiting for someone to come and seat me. Up walked a corporal, he looked at my hair and then at me, it was like being back at Basic Training, those inspections at six in the morning. I was never very good at them, always ended up not polishing my boots or having a loose button or something. But those thousands of push-ups and having to scrub the parade square with a toothbrush for three weeks soon got me organised. “Sir, can you take a seat please?” He seemed scared of me, I probably looked like hell. I sat down and he threw a towel over my shirt and round my neck. “Number two all over?” The young corporal asked. “Yeah mate, I've just got back from the field, that's why I look like hell” He nodded and turned on the clippers. My mind wandered back to Emma. I thought about how close to death I'd come, I wondered what she'd be doing now, it was nine in the morning, so it'd be six in the morning. I imagined her sleeping, the rise and fall of her chest, I wandered what she was thinking about, was she thinking about me? Was she in constant fear of my death? My mind did something weird, it was as if I was present, in the room, as some kind of omnipotent force. I could see her sleeping, I invaded her mind, my god, it was a turbulent mess. She was thinking about me, she was dreaming, now I was in her dream. She was sitting on the sofa, outside a black sedan pulled up to the pavement and stopped, both doors opened, a driver and padre stepped out. They walked up to the door and knocked, she opened it. The two men started speaking, what they said I could not here, but I saw her reaction, she waited for the door to close, then collapsed on the floor. What followed was a torrent of tears, she was sobbing uncontrollably. Her hands trembled. “Oh God, oh God, why? Why me, why did you take what is most precious to me?” She went back to the uncontrollable sobbing. Everything faded and I was back to hearing the low drone of the clippers performing manoeuvres on my scalp.