War time love

War time love

She stared into the ceaselessly ending pools of blue, knowing they were
not really there for it was her imagination, yet again, only today
stood staring at the plain white cross in the sea of white crosses, it
felt more real then ever before. And as she traced the letters on the
cross she smiled - Fusilier Jack Herson. Feeling the letters beneath
her wrinkled fingers, transferred her back 50 years and she could feel
her fingers upon his pristine uniform the day she kissed him goodbye,
feeling his warm breath on her check. She was like any other young girl
on that platform, seeing off their young gentlemen, wishing them safe
passages and speedy returns. He had promised he would be back, "I'll
fight off the Germans and be back for Tea Pearl, I promise". His last
words as the train whistled down the station, a million kisses being
blown by a million girls all over the country, and millions of prayers
were aid for millions of sons that did not come back. And very day Pear
stood by her door awaiting the post, and then one day no more letters
came. Until that day when the official letter came ad she stood weeping
at her door, while the postman shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot.
She remember his face, filled was sorrow, for her and all the other
people who letters like that he had to deliver that day. She took the
letter from her pocket, now tattered and creased but still as clear as
day.
"Fusilier Jack Hersen, lost in action presumed dead", a trickle of
water fell on the letter, a tear no she had done all her crying many
years since, it was beginning to rain, "I should go now Jack, I came to
leave this with you". From around her neck she took, a chain an on it
was a thin gold band, it no longer fitted her finger, swollen with
arthritis, "It was yours to begin with, I kept it safe all these years,
I stayed true to you, Always, I love you Jack". And then suddenly she
felt him next to her, like 50 years had never gone by and she was
transported back to a young girl on the dance floor, and the first time
Jack held her in his arms, strong, yet careful. "Oh Jack" and again she
could see the endless blue eyes, "dance" "I'd love to" and then she
felt his arms around her and he whisked her around the dance
floor.

"mummy, Mummy look at the old women". A young girl with brilliant blue
eyes was staring out the window of a tourist bus, "mummy look she's
dancing, but herself, in the rain".
"Yes dear, now look all these people they died in the war you know, so
that we wouldn't all grown up as Germans". The young women with her was
not more than 20 and was dressed in a smart white suit with dark shades
over her eyes. To her that was all the war was another tourist
attraction, but to the old women dancing her herself, it was her life,
and had been since she lost the only love to the ghost that was the
war.