Will I ever see you again?
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