Re: Pat Ritter. Books
Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2017 10:37 pm
'The Year That Never Was' - Page 29:
‘Can’t we escape from these people. They’re all fakes.’ Billy whispered into Joe’s ear after many greeted them.
‘Don’t worry, my friend. I’d rather be back in Cunnamulla with Hannah than to live here.’ Joe answered.
Before the evening ended everyone in the room understood why these two soldiers were fighting the Boers. A few younger fellows wanted to join. They were too late. When the clock struck twelve o’clock Joseph called on the gathering to go home. Wished everyone a safe journey.
‘Would you both have a drink with me before you retire?’ Joseph asked Billy and Joe. Both nodded. ‘Accompany me to the veranda. We’ll be in peace with no interruptions.’ They left the ballroom walked to the veranda to sit around a table. Sights of Brisbane gleamed across the horizon.
‘Joseph, I have a letter I’ve written to Hannah.’ Joe handed Joseph the envelope. ‘Would you make certain this letter is delivered to Hannah please.’ Joe asked.
Joseph took the envelope from Joe. 'You can be certain this letter will be delivered to your wife. I place my life on the letter reaches Hannah.’ Joseph stated. ‘Now gentlemen, let’s partake in a farewell drink before your departure.’ Joseph handed each of his companions a tumbler of rum. Clicking them together, Joseph said. ‘For a safe return. Thank you both for fighting for the Empire.’ Each swallowed their rum in one gulp. Replaced their tumblers on the table.
Boarding SS Cornwall at Brisbane docks Joe and Billy took their place at the bottom of the gangplank. Waving good-bye to Joseph they boarded the vessel, climbed to the top deck to wave to the many spectators who arrived to bid them farewell. Joe wished Hannah was amongst the crowd but understood she wouldn’t be.
When the SS Cornwall sailed along the Brisbane River out to Moreton Bay, Joe looked across to St Helena Island.
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‘Can’t we escape from these people. They’re all fakes.’ Billy whispered into Joe’s ear after many greeted them.
‘Don’t worry, my friend. I’d rather be back in Cunnamulla with Hannah than to live here.’ Joe answered.
Before the evening ended everyone in the room understood why these two soldiers were fighting the Boers. A few younger fellows wanted to join. They were too late. When the clock struck twelve o’clock Joseph called on the gathering to go home. Wished everyone a safe journey.
‘Would you both have a drink with me before you retire?’ Joseph asked Billy and Joe. Both nodded. ‘Accompany me to the veranda. We’ll be in peace with no interruptions.’ They left the ballroom walked to the veranda to sit around a table. Sights of Brisbane gleamed across the horizon.
‘Joseph, I have a letter I’ve written to Hannah.’ Joe handed Joseph the envelope. ‘Would you make certain this letter is delivered to Hannah please.’ Joe asked.
Joseph took the envelope from Joe. 'You can be certain this letter will be delivered to your wife. I place my life on the letter reaches Hannah.’ Joseph stated. ‘Now gentlemen, let’s partake in a farewell drink before your departure.’ Joseph handed each of his companions a tumbler of rum. Clicking them together, Joseph said. ‘For a safe return. Thank you both for fighting for the Empire.’ Each swallowed their rum in one gulp. Replaced their tumblers on the table.
Boarding SS Cornwall at Brisbane docks Joe and Billy took their place at the bottom of the gangplank. Waving good-bye to Joseph they boarded the vessel, climbed to the top deck to wave to the many spectators who arrived to bid them farewell. Joe wished Hannah was amongst the crowd but understood she wouldn’t be.
When the SS Cornwall sailed along the Brisbane River out to Moreton Bay, Joe looked across to St Helena Island.
TO PURCHASE THIS BOOK CLICK ONTO THIS LINK: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/758644.