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Spring
Spring is the time in a young man’s life,
Where he first looks for a mate.
He’s young and he’s green,
But he’s mighty keen,
And he goes like a bull at a gate.
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Gippsland, Australia 1945.
I was eighteen the day the war ended and had just missed out on joining up. To be honest I was quite disappointed. When our side was winning the men in uniform had all the girls hanging off them. We boys that were too young to fight were expected to just sit quietly in the background and let the soldiers have their glory. Sure, there were plenty of kids my age in the war but in the country everyone knows everyone and my father had made sure the local recruiting officers knew I was too young and was not to go.
After the war was over we had a welcome home dance in the local town hall and I was allowed to go on the condition that I took the 1937 Chev farm pickup and helped cart stuff, set up and pack up. I didn’t care, it was an event and I got to be there. My Dad was not coming because he had been injured in the Great War (or the First World War as it became known because of the second) and could not dance, and Mum said she was not interested. This amazed me at the time as Mum was a great gossip and she would never miss an opportunity to catch up with the other ladies from the area. Later I worked out that she was worried that Dad would get depressed and do something stupid. Both my brothers were not yet returned from the Pacific, so for the first time in my life I took the Chev and went to a dance on my own.
I got to the dance early with a load of tables and I helped set up the streamers and banners. Soon the first people started to arrive and when the band started playing the night was away. It all went well for a while but then some Americans arrived. In those days there was a lot of resentment toward those American able-bodied men who spent the war in Australia not at the front. The saying was they were “over paid, over sexed and over here”. So that night not only were they over here but they had crashed our celebration too. The worst thing was their senior officer, a Major, outranked our senior officer. This made things awkward as the Americans started playing up to the local girls and the only American who had brought his own girl was the Major who’s daughter had come with him.
As the night continued and more whiskey and beer was consumed, the tensions grew. I saw an American soldier who had been making time with Emily Johnson go out to the toilet and a group of our soldiers followed him out. After a short time the Australians came back but no American. A little later another American went out the back and the same Australians followed. This time there was yelling and some more Americans followed. From there the whole thing turned into a brawl. The American Major went to our Captain and suggested they try to stop it together but the Captain was drunk and just told him to piss off. The Major then went out the back. The next thing we heard were shots and we all ran out.
Two Australian soldiers had been shot and the Major was standing there with his pistol drawn. Some Australian soldiers that could run had done so, but the Major kept quite a few there at gunpoint. By the time the local cop arrived many of the Australians were gone but the Americans were all there as they had arrived in one truck and the Major would not let them leave. The first soldier who had disappeared was found and he had been badly beaten up. It was about then the rain set in and I clearly remember the cries of the injured and the blood running down the path, and then I knew how lucky I was to have not gone to war. The soldiers all ignored it but I threw up in the garden. The American Major saw this and summoned me over.
“What’s your name, son?” he asked.
“David, Sir.” I replied nervously.
“How old are you?” he asked, in a tone that suggested some sympathy.
“Er, eighteen Sir.” I gulped, a bit embarrassed by throwing up and very shy to be the center of attention this way.
“Don’t worry son”, the Major said kindly, “I just want to know a few things. Have you been drinking tonight and which way do you live?”
“No Sir, I don’t drink,” I answered, “and our place is about twenty miles east of town, near the river.”
“Did you come with anyone else tonight?” then he yelled, “Don’t move, I’m still watching you.” as one of the soldiers tried to fade out of sight. We all jumped, but me more than the others. The soldier moved in again like nothing had happened but his mates all grinned. “Come on son,” said the Major, “I asked you a question.”
“I drove here on my own Sir.” I stammered nervously. The Major looked like he was trying to be nice but he scared the hell out of me.
“Right,” said the Major, “Come here Wendy.” and his daughter walked over to him. I had not paid attention to her earlier as protective Americans had continuously surrounded her. Wendy was about five and a half foot tall and had long brown hair tied in a loose ponytail. She was pretty without any makeup on and her dress was well rounded suggesting a good healthy figure. Wendy looked as nervous as I felt and with the scrutiny of the Australian soldiers being so obvious I can’t say I didn’t blame her. “David,” said the Major, using my name for the first time, “I’m going to be tied up here for some time and Wendy needs to get back home. Can I trust you to get her home safely to the base?”
We all knew where the Americans were and it was on the way for me but if he had asked me to take her to the moon I would have said yes just to get this nerve-wracking interview over with. “Yes Sir,” I said “I can take her as soon as we pack up.”
“No son, take her now, they can pack up without you.” The Major was used to giving orders and I was in no position to argue. “Wendy,” he said, “go home with David.” She didn’t move. “Now.” He said firmly. Wendy walked over to me and we left. The Major had his attention on the soldiers in front of him and he did not even see us go.
No one paid any attention to us we walked through the hall, the party was well and truly over and all the action was outside. I did manage to find Mrs. Watson and tell her I had to take Wendy home.
“That’s nice dear.” She said absently as she stared out the window trying to keep up with what was happening. I thought to myself Mum will be kicking herself for weeks for missing this, as there will be no other topic of conversation in town for a very long time.
Wendy quietly followed me and I opened the door of the Chev for her.
“I can’t…” she said and then laughed. Wendy was quite pretty when she laughed. “I’ll never get used to you having the steering wheel on the wrong side,” she giggled, “I thought you wanted me to drive and I can’t.” Wendy’s accent was funny but I still managed to understand her.
“No worries,” I said, “Dad would be pretty upset if I let anyone else drive it anyway.” Wendy got in then so did I. I started the truck and took off, jerking a bit because the crash box was getting pretty worn and I was still shaken by the encounter with the Major.
Wendy had gone back to invisible. She seemed to fade into the background and not really be there unless there was a reason. As I drove I thought about what I could have done to help. I should have stopped the first soldier getting bashed by coming out in the nick of time, I should have got the Captain out to fix things before the Major did, I should have…
“I hate him.” Mary’s voice cut through my childish thoughts.
“I beg your pardon?” I asked, well trained in manners at least.
“I hate my father,” said Wendy, “he manipulates people and looks like he cares but he is only interested in his job.”
“He must love you.” I said thinking how I had been railroaded into taking her home.
“When it suits him,” she said, “he just fixed you to get me out of the way so he could get on with the important job of getting those Australians into trouble.”
“Really?” How, I thought, does she know what I am thinking?
“He has that effect on everyone,” Wendy said, “they think for hours how they could have done something so he didn’t come out the hero, but no one does.”
I had no answer for that so I just concentrated on driving. In those days the cars were pretty unstable with poor suspension driving conventional tires and there were plenty of potholes where the roads were not needed by the military. We bumped and bounced without seat belts and had to hang on tight. Then the rain hit again.
“Damn.” I said.
“What’s the matter?” Wendy asked.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, “I forgot you were in the truck. The wiper packed up last week and we haven’t managed to fix it yet.”
The rain got heavier and with the old six-volt lamps it was getting pretty hard to see without a wiper.
“Should we pull over?” Wendy asked sounding a bit worried.
“We’ll have to, at least until the rain slows.” I answered looking for a suitable place. Then I saw the turn off to the pond, where we all used to go swimming, I pulled off and drove to the park at the end behind the trees. Not surprisingly there was no one there.
“Where are we?” Wendy asked.
“The local swimming hole.” I said, and turned the motor off.
The rain drummed on the roof as it got heavier and the clouds totally blocked the moon making our night vision very limited. Wendy said something but I couldn’t hear her.
“What?” I said, “I can’t hear you over this noise.”
Wendy looked at me and lowered her eyes. She moved her head closer to mine and said, “I’m scared.”