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The Spirit of Christmas 1940


           something else that was bothering him.  He was being ignored by
           everybody, even those who he comforted.  It was if they didn’t
           know he was there.  But she was different,  So much compassion
           and tenderness.  She also seemed very wise above her years.  But
           when she spoke to him he was feeling the pain of many that had
           just died very near to the station.  The pain was overwhelming.  It
           was if he saw all of their final moments all at the same time.  Why
           would he bear such a curse?  He felt very confused and afraid and
           couldn’t help but cry for all of those people.  But after the young
           woman spoke to him, the pain seemed to subside.  Maybe she
           knew the answers to his questions.


             For the time being though, he was back on Platform 1 waiting
           for another train.  He didn’t know anyone who was going to come
           in on the train but he just knew he needed to be there.  He felt so
           tired though, he needed to sit down.  As he sat on the bench on the
           platform, he stared down the track, his mind wandering back to
           France.  He could see his friends falling as he ran forward, there
           was so much noise from the German guns, so much confusion
           but then the memories stopped.  Nothing! Just this station,, just a
           knowing that he had to be there.

                                     *  *  *  *  *


             Mary Thompson walked on to the station with young Jack in
           tow.  Jack was excited as he had not seen dad for almost a year
           now.  Mary was nervous as she hadn’t heard from her husband,
           Harry for over a month now.  He had been in action in North
           Africa and, understandably, getting letters to home were not easy.
           She knew that.  But she also knew that no news was good news
           so her hope and optimism remained.  They walked past William
           Snow who was still sat on the bench and stood by the edge of
           the platform.  In the distance, they could hear the inbound train
           whistling, announcing its arrival. Then within a few seconds the
           front of the green locomotive appeared slowing all of the time.
           The train stopped against the buffers of the platform and almost
           immediately, passengers began to pour out of the many carriage



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