Standing at the War Memorial, none of them now under 90, they remembered fallen friends. Wreaths were laid: nowadays, only Tom was fit enough to bend and take part. At the minute’s silence, his mind went blank, the mind perhaps blanking out the horrors.
As they left, some sort of student anti-war demonstration was going on.
Tom’s wife Mary took his arm, saying, “Doesn’t it make you angry, seeing those youngsters, just taking what you did for granted?”
“No, Mary,” he replied. “That’s what it was all for. So that those young people had the democratic freedom to say so.”
As they left, some sort of student anti-war demonstration was going on.
Tom’s wife Mary took his arm, saying, “Doesn’t it make you angry, seeing those youngsters, just taking what you did for granted?”
“No, Mary,” he replied. “That’s what it was all for. So that those young people had the democratic freedom to say so.”
