
Til we meet again - Part 2
“Alice! Are you ready? It is time to bring the workers their
lunch.”
Mum? I run towards my bedroom door,
practically flying forward with excitement. I am finally about to
meet my mother again. Oh, how I’ve missed her. I exit the door and
step out on a rainy runway in November. I stand in a black dress next
to Mum and Dad. Heavy raindrops hit the caskets being rolled out of a
military cargo plane. I hear choked sobs from my mother and my
father’s tight grip is the only thing keeping her upright. They
lean on each other. They wouldn’t have been able to stand on their
own. Ten caskets roll by towards weeping relatives. The last one
stops in front of us. My big and strong older brother rests in it.
The last time I saw him he was home on
leave, more tan than I’d ever seen him before. We had played
cricket, he had taught me baseball and mum had been so happy to see
him again. He’d told us about the Egyptian heat, about sand dunes
and the blue Mediterranean sea. We had no idea that would be the last
time we saw him. What a difference it must be to arrive from
el-Alamein in Egypt where the sun shone so bright and with such
intense heat that the air itself shimmered. Back home to cold and
rainy England.
The whole way home is spent in a silence
only broken by the now quieter sobs from my mother in the front seat.
I sit in the back and try to process this new reality where I will
never see my happy, kind and energetic brother again. The world will
never hear about the farmer’s son who gave his life for king and
country. To the rest of the world, he is only one in the masses who
have died in this bloody war. Once we’re back home I’ve decided
that I hate war. I open the front door.
And end up in a small, shabby flat in
East End in London. My first very own flat. It is a small room and
kitchenette in a building where many of the flats still have
unrepaired holes in the walls sustained during the Blitz. It is very
different from the farm and fields back home in Shropshire. I place
my bag on the rickety table in the middle of the room and admire my
little palace. This will do nicely.