Jack Smith Monologue

Jack Smith was a retired Physics Professor when I met him. He was a tall, thin man with straight fair hair and brown eyes. He was in my city for a touristic visit and I was his guide for two weeks. It was the second week and his story began with a simple question. I saw some scars on his left arm and I asked him how those scars happened. My questions followed each other. There the story began.
Me: What happened to your arm?
Jack: Not only my arm.
Me: Where else?
Jack: The real and deeper wounds were here, on my tummy and my back.
Me: Oh my God! Where did this happen?
Jack: In the second World War.
Me: Really? Did you really attend the war?
Jack: Yes. I was in the war for almost five years.
Me: Tell me please, please!
Then the story of Jack Smith started.

All except Jack became war pilots. Jack couldn’t because of a deficiency which in deed saved his life. He was colour blind. All his friends, in their first flight got shot and died. Jack didn’t know what to feel… Life was still going on and it gave him another chance to continue. He sighed deeply and thought about his fiancé. He was such a fool to leave her behind and come to war. Was it worth to be there?
Was it worth to kill or to be killed for any reason?
Drowning in all these regrets, he fell asleep. When he woke up, he knew there was nothing but to fight. It was not him that can run away. He stayed, fought in many battles in the freezing cold of
Russia.
After a long time, he was sent to Egypt. There he got the box from his fiancé that was supposed to come to him in Russian cold; A beret, a scarf and a pair of gloves….
No one else could have been happier than Jack to have received these in the desert of Egypt. He read his fiancé’s letter again and again. Tears were dropping from his eyes. Ohhhh what a heavy grief he was feeling deep in his