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99 | spare.txt | 476 | Oh, it even smells of weed!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">It didn’t, though. |
99 | spare.txt | 477 | It smelt of damp earth, stone and moss. |
99 | spare.txt | 478 | It smelt of cut<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">flowers, clean dirt—and maybe a hint of beer. |
99 | spare.txt | 479 | Lovely smell, totally organic,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">but the power of suggestion had taken hold of this woman. |
99 | spare.txt | 480 | Even when I<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">swore to me with love and humor and, that night, that magic night,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">respect.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p cl... |
99 | spare.txt | 481 | :me/Afghansalarlibrary<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">I wish I’d asked about her husband, King George VI, who died young. |
99 | spare.txt | 482 | Or<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">her brother-in-law, King Edward VIII, whom she’d apparently loathed. |
99 | spare.txt | 483 | He<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">gave up his crown for love. |
99 | spare.txt | 484 | Gan-Gan believed in love, but nothing<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">transcended the Crown. |
99 | spare.txt | 485 | She also reportedly despised the woman he’d<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">chosen.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">I wish I’d asked about her distant ancestors in G... |
99 | spare.txt | 486 | Normally that was Pa’s job; he had a<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">knack for finding Gan-Gan’s funny bone. |
99 | spare.txt | 487 | He loved her as much as he loved<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">anybody in the world, perhaps more. |
99 | spare.txt | 488 | I recall him glancing over several times<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">and looking pleased that I was getting such good giggles out of his favorite<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">person.<span class="Apple-conv... |
99 | spare.txt | 489 | I taught her to say Booyakasha, showing her how to flick her<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">fingers the way Sacha did. |
99 | spare.txt | 490 | She couldn’t grasp it, she had no idea what I was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">talking about, but she had such fun trying to flick and say the word. |
99 | spare.txt | 491 | With<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">every repetition of that word, Booyakasha, she’d shriek, which would make<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">everyone else smile. |
99 | spare.txt | 492 | It tickled me, thrilled me. |
99 | spare.txt | 493 | It made me feel...a part of<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">things.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">This was my family, in which I, for one night at least, had a dis... |
99 | spare.txt | 494 | She’d have liked<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">these doors, I thought.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">They were the doors to the TV room, one of my sanctuaries.<s... |
99 | spare.txt | 495 | A reporter asked<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">him what he thought of my time in Las Vegas, and Christie vowed that if I<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">spent the whole day with him, “nobody’s going to get nake... |
99 | spare.txt | 496 | I'd laid<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">dozens of wreaths before, but the ritual was different in America. |
99 | spare.txt | 497 | You didn’t<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">place the wreath on the grave yourself; a white-gloved soldier placed it with<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">you, and then you laid your hand singly, for one beat, upon... |
99 | spare.txt | 498 | This<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">extra step, this partnering with another living soldier, moved me. |
99 | spare.txt | 499 | Holding<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">my hand to the wreath for that extra second, I found myself a bit wobbly, my<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">mind flooding with images of all the men and women with whom I’... |
99 | spare.txt | 500 | I thought about death, injury, grief, from Helmand Province to<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Hurricane Sandy to the Alma tunnel, and I wondered how other people just<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">got on with ... |
99 | spare.txt | 501 | I wondered.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Sadness?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Numbness?<span class="Apple-conve... |
99 | spare.txt | 502 | And without being able to give it a name, I felt a kind<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">of vertigo.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">What was happening to me?<span cl... |
99 | spare.txt | 503 | So<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">many sights, and faces, and remarkable moments. |
99 | spare.txt | 504 | But on the flight home I<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">was thinking about only one part.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">A stop-off in Colorado. |
99 | spare.txt | 505 | Something called the Warrior Games. |
99 | spare.txt | 506 | A kind of<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Olympiad for wounded soldiers, with two hundred men and women taking<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p cla... |
99 | spare.txt | 507 | :me/Afghansalarlibrary<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">part, each of whom inspired me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"... |
99 | spare.txt | 508 | The most direct route to healing.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Most were natural athletes, and we hobbled away together, I always felt such love for<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2... |
99 | spare.txt | 509 | I was half<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Willy’s size, half his weight. |
99 | spare.txt | 510 | I was the younger brother: he was supposed to<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">save me, not the other way around.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Over time the scraps... |
99 | spare.txt | 511 | Small-arms fire was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">introduced. |
99 | spare.txt | 512 | We’d hurl Roman candles at each other, make rocket launchers<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">from golf-ball tubes, stage night battles with two of us defending a stone<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">pillbox in t... |
99 | spare.txt | 513 | I can still smell the smoke and hear<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">the hiss as a projectile rocketed towards a victim, whose only armor would<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">be a puffer jacket, some wool mitten... |
99 | spare.txt | 514 | As they do. |
99 | spare.txt | 515 | We began to use BB guns. |
99 | spare.txt | 516 | At<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">close range. |
99 | spare.txt | 517 | How was no one maimed? |
99 | spare.txt | 518 | How did no one lose an eye?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">One day all six of us were walking in the woods near their house, looking<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1"... |
99 | spare.txt | 519 | There was an old army Land Rover. |
99 | spare.txt | 520 | Willy<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">and the boys smiled.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Harold, jump in, drive away, and we'll shoot you.<span class="Apple-conver... |
99 | spare.txt | 521 | Either get in and drive or we shoot you right here.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">I jumped in, drove away.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class... |
99 | spare.txt | 522 | Buckshot rattling off the back.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">I cackled and hit the accelerator.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><spa... |
99 | spare.txt | 523 | (Hugh and Emilie<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">were building a new house.) |
99 | spare.txt | 524 | This became the setting for possibly our fiercest<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">battle. |
99 | spare.txt | 525 | It was around dusk. |
99 | spare.txt | 526 | One brother was in the shell of the new house,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">taking heavy fire. |
99 | spare.txt | 527 | When he retreated we bombarded him with rockets.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">63<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></... |
99 | spare.txt | 528 | No Nick.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">We marched forward, steadily, came upon a giant hole in the ground,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">almost like a square wel... |
99 | spare.txt | 529 | I was nervous about using it, however; I<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">shot the 30-mm cannon instead.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Mistake. |
99 | spare.txt | 530 | I hit the motorbike. |
99 | spare.txt | 531 | One man down, presumably dead, but one<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">hopped off and ran into a building.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">We circled, called in grou... |
99 | spare.txt | 532 | Should ’ve used the Hellfire.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">No worries, he said. |
99 | spare.txt | 533 | It was your first time.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Long after returning to base, I did a sort of mental scan. |
99 | spare.txt | 534 | I’d been in<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">combat before, I’d killed before, but this was my most direct contact with<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">the enemy—ever. |
99 | spare.txt | 535 | Other engagements felt more impersonal. |
99 | spare.txt | 536 | This one was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">eyes on target, finger on trigger, fire away.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">I asked myself how I felt.<span class="App... |
99 | spare.txt | 537 | Prepared in every way. |
99 | spare.txt | 538 | Doing my job. |
99 | spare.txt | 539 | What we’d trained for.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">I asked myself if I was callous, perhaps desensitized. |
99 | spare.txt | 540 | I asked myself if<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">my non-reaction was connected to a long-standing ambivalence towards<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">death.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p>... |
99 | spare.txt | 541 | These were bad people doing bad things<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">to our guys. |
99 | spare.txt | 542 | Doing bad things to the world. |
99 | spare.txt | 543 | If this guy I’d just removed from<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">the battlefield hadn’t already killed British soldiers, he soon would. |
99 | spare.txt | 544 | Taking<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">him meant saving British lives, sparing British families. |
99 | spare.txt | 545 | Taking him meant<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">fewer young men and women wrapped like mummies and shipped home on<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">hospital beds, like the lads on my plane four years earlier, or ... |
99 | spare.txt | 546 | :me/Afghansalarlibrary<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Dont read it, darling—<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><... |
99 | spare.txt | 547 | I wasn’t about to hear that nonsense again.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Also, I wasn’t a boy anymore.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p... |
99 | spare.txt | 548 | I reminded Pa that these were the same shoddy<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">bastards who’d been portraying him as a clown all his life, ridiculing him<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">for sounding the alarm abou... |
99 | spare.txt | 549 | These were his tormentors,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">his bullies, and now they were tormenting and bullying his son and his<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">son’s girlfriend—did that not inspire his outrage? |
99 | spare.txt | 550 | Why have I got to beg<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">you, Pa? |
99 | spare.txt | 551 | Why is this not already a priority for you? |
99 | spare.txt | 552 | Why is this not<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">causing you anguish, keeping you up at night, that the press are treating<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Meg like this? |
99 | spare.txt | 553 | You adore her, you told me so yourself. |
99 | spare.txt | 554 | You bonded over<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">your shared love of music, you think she’s funny and witty, and impeccably<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">mannered, you told me—so why, Pa? |
99 | spare.txt | 555 | Why?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">I couldn’t get a straight answer. |
99 | spare.txt | 556 | The conversation went in circles and<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">when we hung up I felt—abandoned.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Meg, meanwhile, reached out to... |
99 | spare.txt | 557 | Now it was Meg’s turn? |
99 | spare.txt | 558 | As if it were<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">apples to apples.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Camilla also suggested to Meg that I become Governor General of<span ... |
99 | spare.txt | 559 | Right, right, I thought, and one added<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">bonus of that plan would be to get us out of the picture.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">In d... |
99 | spare.txt | 560 | I took advantage of the first quiet<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">moment I’d had with him in years: The end of August 2017, at Althorp.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Twentieth anniversary of Mummy’s death.<sp... |
99 | spare.txt | 561 | (The bridge had been<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">removed, to give my mother privacy, to keep intruders away.) |
99 | spare.txt | 562 | We each had<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">a bouquet of flowers, which we set on the grave. |
99 | spare.txt | 563 | We stood there awhile,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">having our own </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">I turned. |
99 | spare.txt | 564 | There, in the hedgerow. |
99 | spare.txt | 565 | One eye. |
99 | spare.txt | 566 | And one glassy lens.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Then: that chubby face.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Then: tha... |
99 | spare.txt | 567 | They filled me with choking rage, always<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">a good precursor for battle. |
99 | spare.txt | 568 | They also made me want to be anywhere but<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">England. |
99 | spare.txt | 569 | Where are my goddamned orders?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">Please send my orders.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">... |
99 | spare.txt | 570 | Um. |
99 | spare.txt | 571 | Hello.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">214<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p3"><span class="... |
99 | spare.txt | 572 | Lots of people, zero privacy. |
99 | spare.txt | 573 | Also, I was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">still suffering a broken heart. |
99 | spare.txt | 574 | On the other hand, the landscape was lovely,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">the music was good, the weather was fine.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p3"><span class="s1"></span><br></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">There were spa... |
99 | spare.txt | 575 | She told me about her life, her<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p> <p class="p2"><span class="s1">family, her dreams. |
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