feet

‘Sixty-six years we were married. That’s him up there, in his uniform. I didn’t know him then. I only knew him after, when it was all over. I was working in the post office. His mum used to come in all the time. She said I ought to meet her son, James. I didn’t say anything one way or the other. But then one day when I finished work he was out there, leaning on the railings, smoking, looking handsome. And he said did I want to go out Saturday, and I said why not. You never think, do you? And now look! Children, grand children, great grand children. See that one, there? New Zealand! Jimmy never used to talk about the war, until later. Something stuck in my mind, though. He said there was a wreck once, and there were people, drowned, floating upside down, so all they could see were their feet. Do you think that’s possible? How would you even see their feet, in the waves? It upset him, though. Upset me, too. But it’s not the kind of thing you think about, is it? Poor drowned people, upside down, in the waves?’

2 thoughts on “feet

  1. I remember listening to David Niven being interviewed when he was asked about his war service.He said he’d tell one story only.He was filming in France and was asked by a family friend to leave some flowers at a war grave.27,000 war graves were in front of him,and he said there was 27,000 reasons to keep quiet about it.

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