Freezing Monday morning. She is waiting for her train to come. I brush past her, smell her perfume. Watch her hair move as she turns to go. She doesn't know I exist.
William wakes with his clothes on. The morning call has been and gone. And he might not make the flight. But he will try, yeah. Bit by bit, it comes back to him.
When I hold you in my arms. And look back on my charmed life. My charmed life, I hope. . I hope if nothing more. That one day you? ll call your life. A charmed life.
Ladysmith wants you forthwith to come to her relief. Burn your briefs you leave for France tonight. Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps and set the captives free.