Loud thunderous cracks and the sound of rifles firing and being reloaded was the everyday noise of life in the trenches, but not today. Today was different. “Cromwell, you’re up. Sleep well?” asked my friend Ted. “Yeah, sort of” I muttered, still half asleep. “Yeah, it was pretty loud last night. Gerry must have decided to keep us up all night. Well, we’ll get ‘em back” he replied. “Oh by the way, the Captain’s given you the job of showing Little Jimmy here, around the trenches” he continued, as he pulled a rather young boy out from around the corner”.
“Hi” I said.
“Hello’ replied the young boy.
“So Cromwell, this is Little Jimmy, Little Jimmy this is Cromwell.”
“Nice to meet you” Little Jimmy said as I reached over to shake his hand.
“You too” I replied as he shook my hand.
“All right, I’ll leave you to it. See you, for now” called Ted as he left.
“Well rule number one – never poke your head over the trench or you will die. Germans have good aim”
“OK” he said, answering quickly.
‘Good, good. OK rule number two. Always treat Mitty nicely or she will scratch you” I informed him.
“Wait, who’s Mitty?
“Let me show you”
After some time walking through the trenches, I said “This is Mitty”.
“A cat? Mitty is a cat? he replied, confused.
“Yep and the best cat in our Regiment. Isn’t that right Mitty? Good girl” I answered as I scratched her behind her ears. She purred in return, with thanks.
“Is it not dangerous for her?” asked Little Jimmy.
“No, no, she’s the best at staying out of trouble. Oh, by the way, why do people call you Little Jimmy?” I asked.
“Oh my name’s not Little Jimmy, it’s just Jim r James. But when I signed up everyone in the Regiment thought I looked so young that they called me Little Jimmy”. At that moment I started hearing a whistling sound.
“Oh no!”
“What?”
“Run, incoming shell” I yelled.
Immediately setting off, we ran as fast as out legs could carry us.
“Oh no. Keep running, I’ll be back” I called to Little Jimmy as I ran back and grabbed Mitty who was still licking her paws.
Boom! A big explosion shook the earth and us. As Little Jimmy got up from the ground he waited anxiously for Cromwell. “There you are” he said as Cromwell came out of the smoke, spluttering and coughing. “Where did you go?” he asked. “I couldn’t forget Mitty” I replied as I put Mitty on a stack of ammunition. To her, nothing seemed to have just happened. “Man, that cat” I said. “She is some cat” remarked Little Jimmy. “Yes, she is, she definitely is.” I added. Ding, ding, ding!
“What’s that?” Little Jimmy asked.
“That’s the sound of lunch. Let’s go, Mitty will follow. And that brings me to rule number three – watch your food or that cat will steal it!”.
Until next time