John: I met
John in the works canteen. He came in with two other workers, one of
them helped him into a seat; the other man went to the servery and
began collecting three meals helped by another worker, who just
happened to be in the queue at that time. When John was seated the
first man went over to the servery and helped bring their food over;
One of them then proceeded to cut up Johns food, He had a strange
shaped spoon and a pusher to eat with.
Johns arms were twisted, his hands were
also misshaped. Johns face showed the marks left by the various
surgeons, and the skin grafts, his mouth had a sort of sneer or
smile. When his cap was removed for him he had no hair to one side
of his scalp neither had he any eyebrows. Actually on first
appearance he looked grotesque. The three of them ate their food
quietly and left, as they did so John said “See you tomorrow”
turned and left.
For the next few weeks John and his
companions came and sat with me for lunch. Then one day one of John’s
companions turned and came back to the table. “You haven’t asked
about John’s disablement? He asked,
No! I replied “I was not sure how to
ask, by his face he looks to have been in a very bad accident or
something, I have wondered”
“John was in
the 8th Army, he was a tank driver in the Desert Campaign
the tank hit a landmine, they managed to get him out, badly burnt and
serious physical injuries. They didn’t think he could recover; they
ignored his limbs just concentrated on keeping him alive. That’s
the way things were, they had so many to treat”
“Thanks for telling me; I won’t say
anything unless John does, it’s good that they can find work which
he can do”
John did begin to talk to me during our
lunch time meetings, bur never mentioned his injuries nor how he came
to get them, actually nothing about the war at all. Possibly it is
all something he would wish to be able to forget.
Wild Rose
May 2019