photo by Rachel Crowe
‘And this was my great-grandfather’s.’ She opens the pocket watch as if it’s a reliquary, but instead of pin sharp bone slivers or locks of dull dead hair, she points to a dent in the case.
‘This saved his life the morning of November the 11th 1918,’ she says, emotion cracking her voice. ‘A German sniper bullet just missed his heart.’
Tears well, a warm blanket of sympathy flows from the encircling crowd. She’s told the tale so often she almost believes it herself.