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Had the dog watch from midnight till four walking up and down the bridge never at ease, training his binoculars down to the sea to look for the white stripe of a torpedo coming towards the ship. During the war his ship had been hit he had acted heroically, a transient minister of defence had pinned a medal to his chest, but his recurring nightmare was of men aflame throwing themselves into a sea afire; he had to be alert mustn’t let it happen again, even though, the war was long over. The company had decided to let him go he was making everybody nervous, gently told him that he would be better off ashore, where I’m sure he would be quite helpless. Stay in a B&B till money ran out than be a tramp forever walking the docks looked down on and called a drunk and no one would ever know that once he had been a hero of the sea. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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