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My Sweetheart’s Call
I can still hardly believe it! If she wasn’t lying here asleep in my arms, I
know I couldn’t believe it. I learnt a long time ago that a day can seem like a
lifetime, but I had forgotten that time can melt away in a second when I’m with
her. It all began at dawn with the cries of many men. I’ve learnt to expect that
over the course of this rotten war, but before I’d even opened my eyes I knew
today’s cries were different. Still, in the fraction of a second before I opened
my eyes, I chose today’s memory. For a split second each day, my soul found
peace, even in the camp. Today the memory was to have been the two of us on one
of our many study sessions in the days of our correspondence courses.
The image of Anne, a stolen glance of her beautiful head bent over her Latin
verb dictionary, biting her lip in concentration, her eyes sparkling with
determination was to be the image to keep me strong, keep me sane, today. I
fixed it as fast as I could in my mind, took a deep breath and prepared to let
the daily horror in.
I opened my eyes and saw no-one. Usually there was a guard at my door whom I
could see through the food grill. I had always been kept in my own cell and they
always fed me, but I knew that was only because they needed me just alive enough
to operate. Puzzled, I got up and dressed. I stood and listened at the door,
unsure what to do. The next thing I heard was footsteps running up the hall.
Having learnt the hard way that facing a guard standing up was seen as a threat
I threw myself on my cot. As I feared, the bang on the door came, but I was
stunned by what I heard. Instead of the usual German curse, there was a cry of:
“Stand back and cover your head. The door’s coming in!”
Next second there was an enormous bang and dust
everywhere. When I looked up two of the American boys were standing there.
“Hey Doc; get outta here. The guards are all gone! The War
must be over!”
I was dazed:
“What? What’s happening?!” I asked.
One of the boys threw me my coat:
“There are no guards left; just when we thought we knew
those twisted suckers, they throw us for a loop and desert. Not a goon in sight.
Go home to your wife Doc, we’ve all got a lot to catch up on.”
I wondered out into the yard. Everyone was milling around, in shock; almost
unsure how to make decisions for themselves anymore. No-one was speaking much.
The one advantage I had over the others was that being a doctor I knew I had to
get moving whilst I could still think straight. If I waited for shock to set in,
I could be in all sorts of trouble. I knew shock would come of course, but the
closer I was to potential help when it happened the better. Unlike the other
POW’s, I’d been out of the camp to work at the hospital, so I had an idea of the
general direction of the town. I’d either find the hospital or follow the
railway. Either way I had to get moving.
Thankfully, the hospital had a clock-tower so I knew I was on the right road
pretty soon. I kept to the verge and made my way for cover whenever I heard
someone coming. It was when the sun came out from behind a cloud I realised, I
was free. Free to get home, free to get back to Anne, somehow. The thought of
holding Anne again kept me going; exhausted as I was, I didn’t dare stop for a
moment. Just because the camp was open it didn’t necessarily follow that the
town had been liberated but I had no other choice.
By the time I reached the outskirts of the town the watery sun was climbing
high. Townspeople were to be seen now, as were men in several different
uniforms, British and German amongst them. I used the road on seeing that and
moved faster, grateful for the little extra strength the regular food had
allowed me to keep. I didn’t see any other Canadians but I wouldn’t have stopped
even if I had; there was only one other Canadian I cared a snit about just then,
my darling Anne. I knew what torture it was being separated from her and she
would be worried sick to. Perhaps the town would still have a working wire
service and I’d be able to get a message to her, somehow.
That was when I saw the crowd. A Russian soldier seemed to be trying to agitate
the crowd for some reason. In an attempt to calm the crowd two American chorus
ladies had begun to sing. I heard the song and my heart sank like a stone. It
was ‘Let Me Call You Sweetheart’, the song that Anne and I had danced to at our
wedding. Before I could stop them the only two memories of my love I’d fought so
hard to suppress, finally rose to the surface. One was our first dance and the
other was our only night together, our wedding night. Despite desperately
wanting to, I had fought against using those memories with every ounce of my
emotional strength, fearing that reliving them in the midst of such h-ell would
destroy me. I had made this far, why here, why now?! Why did it have to be that
Just as I felt myself being to crumple, the two harsh American accents where
joined by a softer, faltering third one. No, it just couldn’t be! It was
impossible! My soul mate was thousands of miles away, and yet, my heart would
know that voice anywhere. My soul lifted and I looked up. For a split second I
thought I saw that oh so beloved familiar face but then it was gone. There, the
voice had stopped now; shock was setting in and my mind was playing the cruelest
trick it knew. I was about to turn away when the people parted and she was
there. I stood frozen for a second, unwilling to believe what my eyes were
telling me; if it were true it would have to be a miracle. Then it happened. My
own Anne, my love, my soul mate, threw herself into my arms and kissed me. I
didn’t know how, I didn’t care, all I knew was that her lips were on mine once
more and my soul could breathe again. Miracles do happen.
Jack Garrison introduced himself and the instant I looked into his eyes I knew
he was in love with Anne. I shook his hand, letting any feelings of jealousy go;
I could hardly blame him for doing that, after all and he had played a part in
reuniting us. I am only sorry I couldn’t have saved Jack’s life on that train;
all Anne and I can do to thank Jack now is find his son Dominic, take him to the
safety of PEI and raise him as well as we can. That’s what will happen.
But for now all that matters is lying here with Anne in my arms.
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