The Wait

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:

Author’s Notes:

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):

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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18 Responses to The Wait

  1. James says:

    Nice to see old friends reunited.

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  2. Cake in heaven, just like they told you. This is a nice piece.

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  3. Moving story! I’ve been to that cemetery too, and stood on that bridge (no trains when I was there). A very emotional experience. Later, when I was editing a book of ‘great escape stories’ from WW2, I included a tale of someone who was part of the railway construction crew on that line and who, with the others, looked for ways of escape. It wasn’t possible. But then they found they could escape, at least, with their minds and thoughts: a conceptual journey that helped alleviate the horrors.

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    • EagleAye says:

      Yeah, I imagine trying to escape through that jungle would be near suicide if you hadn’t grown up in it. I think a lot of prisoners escaped into their minds while in captivity. That simple technique kept them alive. Thanks Matthew! 🙂


  4. k rawson says:

    So that’s where the cake goes! Nicely done.

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  5. Lyn says:

    I’m glad the old friends are enjoying the cake – they deserve it. That young lady however, needs an attitude adjustment. So many suffered on that railway. I’ve seen documentaries about it, and some of those men were not much more than skeletons with skin attached.

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    • EagleAye says:

      This is very true. Unfortunately, there are many for whom the travails of ww2 are too distant to be real for them. That’s why it’s important to have a Memorial Day where we at least try to remember the sacrifices of those who came before us. In the end, at least old friends are reunited and can enjoy their cake. 😉 Thanks Lyn! 🙂

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  6. Joy Pixley says:

    With that attitude, Brittney deserves to lose her cake. I’m glad it’s going to a good cause.

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  7. Dear Eric,

    Excellent melding of past, present and imagination. Well done.



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  8. jellico84 says:

    A very engaging tale pulled from history. Loved it.

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  9. Tena Carr says:

    Good story… Like how you explain the disappearance of the cake slices.

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