Will I ever see you again?

The Prince George Citizen - - Opinion -

We stand to­gether, wait­ing, on the plat­form, know­ing that the train will soon de­part, and I think, “Will I ever see you again?” while I try to hide from him my break­ing heart. King and coun­try calls, so he must leave – there are sergeants’ stripes upon the sleeve of the uni­form my hus­band wears with pride. Un­der­neath my low­ered lids tears be­gin to glide. Soon the wait­ing troops are urged to board and there’s no time left to speak Good­bye is the an­guished fi­nal word, de­void of any re­as­sur­ance which I seek.

The huff­ing, puff­ing train has picked up speed, dis­ap­pear­ing soon from sight blindly, on stum­bling feet, I head for home, while day­light fades into the com­ing night and I ask my­self, “Will I ever see him again?” Painful weeks will pass be­fore I learn to which army camp my hus­band has been based, then very soon was trans­ferred yet again! Ex­pand­ing war leads army to make haste! Each trans­fer brought him closer to the war in a coun­try hos­tile and unimag­in­ably far, and ev­ery army wife who shares the pain asks her­self, “Will I ever see him again?”

Ida Nikkel, Prince George

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