Brittany hated visiting the Kanchanaburi War Cemetery, but her grandfather insisted. He’d survived slave labor and building the railway through Thailand. He wanted to visit old friends.
Brittany was unmoved. “It wasn’t my war,” she pointed out. She only wanted to eat as Papa Hubert walked through the headstones. But each time she bought cake, the slices disappeared! For her, this was suffering awfully.
Graeme Billings had flown for the RAF in defense of Malaya in 1942. Tethered to the graveyard after he died building the railway, he had to wait. “Isn’t that Hubert?” he said, pointing.
“It is!” crowed Mickey Manor (27th Brigade, Australia). He’d passed on days after Graeme. “He’s slipping fast. I think he’ll join us soon.”
“Our trio will be reunited! We can ascend at last. I’m sick of the few Earthly foods we can eat.”
“It’s not so bad,” said Mickey. “The cake is good.”
Written for What Pegman Saw: https://whatpegmansaw.com/2017/05/27/kanchanaburi/
I rode on the railway built by the labor of these men. I stood upon the Bridge over the River Kwai. It’s a moving experience.
RAF = “Royal Air Force”
Battle of Singapore (included the defense of Malaya): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Singapore