Love and War
By Reece Pocock
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TWelve Short Stories make up this book: from the steamy romance of 'The Angel of Tobruk' to the deadly battles on The third of August, Staying Alive, Horace the Horse, to the nostalia of My Grandfather the Soldier, Suburban Hero, Homecoming, and, the light in the Window. Also interwoven is interesting history of the 2nd/43rd Battalion in WW2 who fought at Tobruk, El Alamein, New Guinea and Boreo. The Rats of Tobruk fought, died, were wounded, and won many battles. Many stories are about the women who became nurses, stayed home, repaired the their damaged men.
Reece Pocock
#Reece Pocock is a prize-winning author who writes predominantly novels, as well as short stories, screenplays, stage-plays and articles. After studying, he was awarded an Advanced Diploma of Arts (professional writing) in 2004.His fiction includes Murder on Display, The Politics of Murder, (both novels were longlisted in the Ned Kelly Award) as well as The Hooded Assassin, Evil in the City, Love and War, Refugee.Children's stories, Melissa Lane Girl Detective, and Sarah loves Ice Cream.Non-fiction — How to Achieve High Self-esteem.Reece won the City of Burnside crime short story contest, with The Girl in the Red Beret. His screenplay, The Soldiers, was highly commended in the Di Cranston award. His Play, ‘Awake to Murder’ won first prize and was read by Wildscreen in the USA.Reece is primarily a crime writer (although he has written other genres) and concentrates on the exploits of Detective Sergeant Dan Brennan and his partner Mac McLean, ex-SAS soldiers who joined the Police Force.After Army service, Reece enjoyed a business career in sales and management.He works as a finance broker and lives at Hope Valley South Australia with his wife, Marilyn.
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Love and War - Reece Pocock
LOVE and WAR
12 Short Stories
Author Reece Pocock
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronically or mechanically, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior permission in writing Reece Pocock, the author.
Text Copyright© 2016 Reece Pocock
All rights reserved.
Dedicated to The Rats of Tobruk
, who served in the 2nd/43rd Battalion in WW2 as part of the 24th Brigade in the 9th Division.
Table of Contents
The Angel of Tobruk
Staying Alive
The Carrier
The Third of August
Getting Ready
Homecoming
Horace, the Horse
The Huon Peninsula
The Medal
Suburban Hero
The Light in the Window
The Meeting
The Angel of Tobruk
Military Hospital, Cairo, Egypt - 1941
After he was wounded, Private Jeff Douglas first remembered hearing a groan. His mind felt as if it was trudging through a fog, and he realised the noises were coming from him. Between the cries, there was a voice, a beautiful voice; it sounded angelic, soft, and melodic. ‘Jeff, Jeff, are you waking up?’ The fog cleared enough for him to see an angel with a concerned look on her face. He must be in Heaven.
‘Jeff, Jeff, wake up. The operation went well.’ She sounded English and wore a hat partly covering her red hair. He didn’t know red-headed angels wore hats. He thought they all had blonde hair.
She smiled, ‘I’m Nurse Davies. Call me Stephanie. The orderlies will be here shortly to take you back to the ward.’ Jeff opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came. He was scared and hoped she would protect him and pleaded with his eyes for her to stay; she hesitated and took his hand, ‘It’s all right. You will recover.’
He held on tightly. Slowly Stephanie eased out of his grip and left.
He woke from a dream. His beautiful angel asked God to spare him. If she was going to care for him, where was she? He desperately wanted to see her again. Perhaps God sent angels to be nurses, and then they returned to Heaven. He hoped she was still here.
An overhead fan moved air spreading heat more than cooling patients and staff. He was in a ward with about twenty patients. Nurses were moving around the beds, and there was a constant babble of talking and laughter. He tried to sit up but felt dizzy.
A nurse appeared at his bedside, ‘Hello Jeff,’ she said brightly in an Australian accent, ‘I’m Nancy. I hope you’re feeling better. The operation went well; the doctors removed the fragments from your shoulder. You’ll be as good as new.’
Jeff continued to slip in and out of awareness for the next two days. When he was asleep, he dreamt of the angel, and when awake, he thought about her. Then, as his rationale returned, he realised she wasn’t an angel but a beautiful nurse. Nancy was changing his dressings, and he asked, ‘Nancy, where’s Stephanie?’
‘Not you too? All the men fall in love with her, but she’s got a boyfriend. He’s a bomber pilot in the air force. So, you’ll have no chance there.’
‘Will they send me home?’ asked Jeff.
‘You’ll be back at Tobruk shooting Germans before you know it,’ said Nancy.
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Khasa military base near Tel Aviv, Syria – Dec 1941
Jeff kept waking in the night, listening for artillery and machine guns, then worrying when he couldn’t hear them. Sometimes, his vivid dreams made him run from his tent only to realise he wasn’t in danger.
The diggers had lived through Tobruk like rats in a hole for eight months, and it seemed like the whole battalion was relieved when they realised, they were free of the hellhole.
The officers decided the men must become fit again, so they developed a physical regime of running up and down sandhills, fourteen-mile route marches, and parade-ground drills. The hard training had brought Jeff back to full fitness and health. New uniforms, regular bathing, and no lice and insects made life more comfortable.
Jeff’s first leave was to Tel Aviv. His mates were with him. The diggers sang as the crowded canvas-covered truck travelled along the bumpy road towards the city.
They stopped in front of the English club, where music filtered onto the street. Jeff clicked his fingers to the beat as they entered the club, pulsing with popular music played by an army band. A soldier in uniform sang, accompanied by a six-piece ensemble.
Soldiers danced with nurses and women in uniform; many sat and drank at the bar and tables. The music and the ambient noise from the crowded club made Jeff hear occasional shouts as dancers swung in rhythm to the band and others sang along to the music.
‘Jees, take a gander at that redhead,’ said Jeff’s mate. Jeff slammed his drink onto the bar and threaded his way through the crowd to her table. Stephanie’s face was etched into his memory; the only time he had seen her, he was coming out of drugged sleep. Three other nurses were at the table, and Stephanie was talking, so they didn’t notice his approach. He waited for her to finish. Instead, one of the other girls looked up at him.
‘Hello Stephanie,’ he said when there was a lull in the noise. She was more beautiful than he remembered.
‘Hello,’ she said, flashing him a smile.
‘Jeff, Jeff Douglas. I was in a military hospital in Cairo.’
‘I remember. A bullet wound to your shoulder. How is it?’
‘Better. I wasn’t sure you’d remember me.’ said Jeff.
‘Why don’t you sit down?’
‘I’ve got some mates.’ He indicated to the three grinning diggers watching from the bar.
‘What do you think?’ said Stephanie to the other nurses.
‘I’ve always wanted to wear one of those slouch hats,’ said a nurse.
When they were all seated and names exchanged, Jeff noticed how awkward the soldiers were around the girls. They’d hardly seen a woman for over a year, and he was pleased the nurses sensed how shy they were and tried to make the conversation easy.
‘I saw you after the operation,’ said Stephanie. ‘I came to the ward, but you were asleep. Nancy said you were doing well, so I left it at that.’ Jeff sat close and watched her face; he smelt her perfume and placed his hand on the table close to hers. She felt his gaze and turned away; Jeff had to relax, not be so intense. He leaned back and picked up his drink.
Jeff’s eyes sought hers, and he moved closer so the others couldn’t hear. ‘The funny thing is I thought about you a lot. When I came around, I thought I was dead, and you were an angel.’
Stephanie laughed. ‘I’m certainly no angel. Some of you boys say funny things when coming out of the anaesthetic.’ Stephanie picked up her drink, and Jeff felt her gaze on him over the rim of her glass. She placed her drink on the table. ‘Some of them think I’m their mother. Now, do I look like a mother?’
‘Not like my mother,’ said Jeff. ‘Would you like to dance?’
‘Love to.’
As the band played a waltz, Jeff held Stephanie close. His mind blocked out the sounds of the club, and he felt there was just the girl in his arms and the music. Jeff wanted to tell Stephanie she was beautiful, but he held back, not wanting to embarrass her. Finally, the musicians took a break, and Jeff held her arm as they returned to their seats.
The noise increased as the alcohol took hold. It was almost midnight; Stephanie and Jeff were talking when a large staggering English corporal approached. He looked down on Stephanie, ‘Dance?’
Stephanie smiled and said, ‘No, thank you.’ Jeff thought the man was rude. But the Englishman was drunk, so he made allowances.
The corporal muttered, then looked at Jeff. He swung a punch, and Jeff felt the pain of a blow on his bad shoulder. ‘Leave our girls alone,’ the corporal’s voice rose above the din. ‘They’re too good for