Dunkirk 1940

6

   After a few hours, we get dropped off at a train station. I go to the table where they were giving out blankets and water. I take two and give one to Alex. We find Tommy and sit is a random seat with him. 

   I cover myself with the blanket as Alex's arms were around me as we all fell asleep. 

  Hours later we all felt the train stop. Alex lets me go and looks out the window and see's two little boys, "Hey, hand me one of the papers, go one." He grabs the newspaper the smaller boy and hands it to Tommy, "Read it."

   Tommy reads the paper as the two of us listen. Alex sticks his head out the window again and grabs beers for all of us as people celebrated our arrival. We drink as Tommy kept reading. The war may not be over yet, but at least all of us are away from it. 

   We drink the beer as we walked out of the train. I noticed this is where I use to live. Then I remember, Corina! I say my goodbyes to Tommy, hoping we can see each other again then take Alex's hand pulling him along as I ran, "Come on, we need to go somewhere." 

   He runs with me, we pass by the bike I stole and the neighborhood I rode through. I find the shack and knocked on the door. When the door opened I saw a lady in a nurse uniform, "Is Corina here?" I smile widely as I take out the souvenir, which was a bullet.

"I'm afraid that she did not wake up this morning."

   I had so many things to say to her, I wanted give the bullet as a thank you. If it weren't for Alex, I would be all alone, "Thank you." she closes the door as we started to walk away. Alex holds me by the shoulders trying to comfort me.

  After we went to Corina's house, Alex and I didn't know where to go next, "Do you have a house around here?" I shake my head at him, "I use to." I don't even know what to call home anymore, "We could go to my parent's old house, they don't live there anymore." I nod my head. 

   After a few minutes of walking Alex turns into a house, it was small but perfect. 

   July 19, 1943

The Old Chapel Center

Dover England

   Me and Alex finally decided to get married three years after the very first day we meet. My gown was so beautiful, I look so amazing. I take a hold of Granddad's arm as we both walked down the aisle. The chairs where full of perfectly white flowers and all of Alex's relatives.

   I look up at Alex who is in his handsome suit and his hair slick back. I smile at him as I held back the tears. I bite my lips as I let go of granddad and stand right in front of Alex.

  He flips the my visor uncovering my face, "Wow, you look absolutely perfect." I smile as we held each others hands.

  After we both say 'I do', we run out of the building and hopped in the car. 

  What ever happened the night in the house, stays between me and Alex.

April 26, 1945

Buckland Hospital

Dover England

   I hold Alex's hand as I scream from the pain. The Doctor kept screaming push, I was getting so light headed and tired. Nurses get ice packs and put it on my sweaty forehead. 

   "I can't do it. It's to painful." Alex rubs my head, "The Emma I know isn't a coward, she survived war, this is nothing like what you've gone through. The Emma I know is not a quitter." He kisses my forehead and holds my hand.

   I give it a few more pushes before I heard the crying of a baby, "It's a girl!" I cry tears of joy as they hand me my baby. Alex comes close to me, "We did it Emma, we're a family. What should we name her?"

  I rub my babies chubby cheeks, "Darcy." 

July 18, 2019

The Royal London Hospital

London, England

   I hold Alex's hand as we laid on the hospital bed. I  had such a good life. Going back to the 1940's got me the love of my life, gave me one wonderful child, who gave me grandchildren, who then gave me great grand children. I am now 94 years old on the day I traveled back in time. 

   I know me and Alex won't make it through the night, and I know that everyone is going to be here when we leave. But what I am waiting to know, is what adventure do I have next. 

   I could see out the window where the doctors faced us. The colors of the trees and the flowers with the birds singing. I can feel it coming. 

I look at Alex one last time, "It was a good life." Alex holds my hand with the little strength he had.

"I love you Emma." 

"I love you Alex."

   Our eyes closed as we let our souls go. I could see Alex and I where young again. Tears slip down as we danced with the wind.