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Fogbound Encounter 5


By Katzmarek


Kimi felt the wind tugging his hair and brushing his padded
overalls. He began to shiver again as the watery sun radiated
heat into his chilled body. Slowly he chanced to open his eyes.


At first the light dazzled him but after a while of squinting, to
cut down the rays, he managed to open them completely.


He looked at the partly cloudy sky for an age before he began to
make any sense of it. He then remembered details of how he came
to be lying in the field.


He tried to move first one arm, then the other. They were stiff
and they ached but they seemed to be undamaged. His leg was
harder to move, but eventually he managed to lift one knee, then
the other. Again, despite the aches and pains they appeared
undamaged also.


The problem came when he attempted to roll over. A sharp pain
gripped him in the side.
'Ribs,' he thought, 'damn!'
He tried easing himself onto his elbows. Again the stabbing pain,
but he persisted and eventually found himself propped up like he
was watching a band play in the park in Danzig on a summersday.


His neck creaked as he turned his head to take in his
surroundings. Tree line, field, herd of cows peacefully grazing
and a stone fence with an old wooden gate.


It had stopped raining, he was glad to see, but the sky
threatened more.


Kimi managed to roll on to his stomach. Holding his ribs as hard
as he dared, he struggled, first to his knees, then onto his
feet. His left side felt as though someone was continually
jabbing him with a knife every time he moved. But at last he got
his feet working and set out for the gate.


He stumbled along until the wooden boards of the gate stopped
him, then propped himself against it while he pondered his next
move.


He saw that the gate opened out onto another field that ended at
another fence but this time, with a cottage behind it. Opening
the latch he fell through into the next field, landing on his
face. The smell of cattle dung assailed his nostrils and he
realised he'd fallen into a pile of cowpats.


Wiping the smelly stuff off his face with his sleeve, with
supreme effort, he got to his feet once more and headed in the
direction of the cottage.


The pain in his side served to keep him alert, at least. Kimi
noted a large bull about 100 metres away that stared suspiciously
at him. He tried to keep his eyes on the cottage, believing the
bull would be ok providing you didn't fix him in the eye. He
remembered someone once cautioning never to get between a bull
and it's harem, so Kimi stumbled as fast as he could, away from
the previous field.


Eventually he reached the other side. The bull trotted over
casually to observe him, he noted it had been polled.
'At least he won't gore me,' he thought, 'merely crush me between
his head and the fence.'


He chanced to look at the bull and found it was coming nearer and
picking up pace. He decided to throw himself over the fence, no
matter how much it hurt.


He landed spread-eagled on the ground on the other side. He shook
with the pain in his side.


'Ere, what are you doing there, love?" came a woman's voice.


 Kimi looked towards the voice and found a large, middle aged
woman standing with arms akimbo.


"C'mon love, what are you doing there? Where did you come from?


"There," Kimi croaked, pointing behind him.


"Are you alright? Are you injured? You haven't been in the bull
paddock? What in blazes do you think you were doing?"


The woman came over and stood over him.


"Come on, up you get?"


"Help!" Kimi croaked.


"My goodness, you're a mess, C'mon up you get," she said bending
down and grabbing him by the shoulder. "Roger! Get your pa," she
called behind her, "we've got a visitor."


Roger turned out to be a boy of about 15, his pa was a whiskered
man in his 30's, or 40's. Kimi found it hard to tell. Together
they assisted Kimi inside. The man spoke first.


"Broken rib I shouldn't wonder. Hurt eh lad?" Kimi nodded.


"Now where have you been? Are you some sort of flier, dressed
like that." Again, Kimi nodded.


"Ah, I thought so. Probably from that aerodrome outside of
Chelmsford. They're always coming over here, bloody rowdy
buggers," he told his wife, "You're lucky Algie didn't have a
piece of you lad."


"Algie?" croaked Kimi.


"The bull lad, the bull. You're lucky he didn't throw you over
the fence. Or did he?"


"No, I jumped."


"Good for you! Margery, a cup of tea for the lad, he looks all
in."


The tea was piping hot, and sweet. Kimi reckoned there must have
been about 5 teaspoons of sugar in it.


"Roger! You'd better go over to the camp at Clacton. Get them to
bring a cart, this lad's not marching anywhere. Now, lad, what do
we call you?"


"Kimi," Kimi croaked.


"What's that? Timmy?"


"Kimi, K_i_m_i," he spelt out his name for the man.


"Kimi, Kim, sound's like a child's name."


"Oh dad," said his wife, "leave the lad alone."


"So! Where did you come down, lad?" the man asked.


"The field."


"Did you say the field, lad? Didn't hear a thing, did you
Margery?" His wife shook her head.


"Last night."


"Ah, must have been when we were over at the Evans's, eh Margery?
You been out there all night?" Kimi nodded.


"Well, he'd better have some of that stew, eh Margery? He
wouldn't have eaten. Fix him a plate, love?"


Kimi gratefully accepted the plate of beef stew. He was so
exhausted that the thought he was not being completely honest
with these generous farmers didn't really occur to him.


The farmer's wife, Margery returned from outside,


"I don't see any aeroplanes out there. What field did you mean?"
she asked Kimi.


"Must be over by the river, love," her husband answered, "that
right, lad? By the river, was it?"


"He couldn't have walked that far, surely," replied the woman,
"must be close on 12 miles across those fields."


"That so, lad? Did you walk all the way from the river?"


"'Ere," said his wife, peering at Kimi's sleeve, "I've never seen
that badge before. I saw a lot of different insignia when our
Albert joined up. But I've never seen one like that. What do the
letters S.M.K.L.D. stand for? Do you know dad?"


"Leave off him, Margery. He can't tell you those things, can you
lad? Military secrets you know."


"But it's got a Maltese cross on it, dad, right there."


"Maltese cross? Give us a look. Well I never... What do those
letters stand for lad, tell the truth?"


"Seine Majestaets Kriegsmarine Luftschiffe Dienst," answered
Kimi. (His Majesty's Navy Airship Service)


"And that crest, WII, Willy the second, your bloody Kaiser!
Margery! Go to the village and fetch the Constable. Tell him
we've captured a bloody Hun. Don't you move lad... Here! Give me
that plate back. I'm not feeding an enemy."


"Oh he's only a lad..."


"Go Margery!"


Eventually an elderly Police sergeant arrived on horseback. Red
faced and puffing with exertion he staggered in to the cottage
waving a revolver he clearly wasn't used to.


"Stay there you," he demanded, "none of your Hun tricks or I'll
shoot you."


"Oh calm down Ted," said the Farmer, "he's not going anywhere.
Busted his ribs, he has."


"He's probably a spy, landed by one of them U-boats."


"Oh he is not," replied the Farmer, "Kimi and I have been having
a chat, haven't we? He's a mechanic, fell out of a Zeppelin that
came over in the storm last night. Hey, he speaks English better
than you Ted."


"A mechanic?"


"Yes. While he's here he can look at that plough of mine. What
about that motorbicycle you have at the station? He could get
that going to, couldn't you?"


"Sure," shrugged Kimi.


"See? A good mechanic's worth their weight, ain't they?" He told
the astonished Sergeant.


It was getting on towards the middle of September and unknown to
the inhabitants of His Majesty's Prison Camp at Galston, near
Kilmarnock, Strathclyde, Scotland, the war had a little more than
three weeks to run. Already the German General Staff had made
overtures to the Allies via Switzerland.


Kimi finally received his little parcel from his Grandmother in
Danzig. It contained some shaving gear, letters, writing
materials and a hand knitted sweater. He had to admit that the
rations the British provided were better then those supplied at
Nordenham. Even better than the few things smuggled over from the
Netherlands.


Life, in fact, was pretty tolerable. The weather had been cold
but the barracks had been well heated. Now, however, spring was
coming and the air was becoming warmer.


Kimi had proved useful to the camp authorities. His excellent
command of English meant he was frequently called on as a
translator. Additionally, his mechanical skills were in high
demand. Being personable, and young, he'd managed to establish a
few relationships among the guards, some of whom took quite a
paternal interest.


"Jock," he called to the old Warrant Officer, "how's the
bicycle?"


"Better than new, Kimi boy. Here," he said, pressing a small
parcel into his hand, "Mrs. Smyth thought you'd appreciate a
little Hymnal cake. She made it yesterday, Y'know," he said
confidentially, "she puts a little drop of whisky in it. Against
the weather, you see." 


"Thank Mrs. Smyth from me. Um... did you... Y'know... post that
little letter, yesterday," Kimi's voice dropped to a whisper. The
big man clapped him about the shoulder and laughed,


"Now which one would that be?" Kimi blushed.


"Was it alright? I mean... you won't get into trouble?"


"Well now," he replied, "If I had a day in the brig for every
time I've broken Kings Regulations... I couldn't see myself ever
being a free man again."


"Thanks Jock, I don't know what to say."


"Don't worry lad. She'll get it, unopened too."


"How?"


"I stamped it 'Official Mail'. The censor won't touch it."


"I'm in your debt."


"Nonsense! Just be as happy as Mrs. Smyth and me. That will be
reward enough. Will you live here or in Germany?"


"I don't know. I don't even know if she'd have me."


"She'd be a fool if she doesn't. If you decide to stay in
Britain, well, there's this cottage my brother owned. Before
he... bought it in Flanders. Well you can have it if you want.
Just a thought. There's always room for good mechanics around
here."


"Thank you Jock... I..."


"Run along now... or I'll be before Colonel Melrose for
fraternising."


In London, Rosy called to Eliza from the bottom of the stairs,


"Hey, Miss Eliza Simpson, Official War Office letter for you. Who
have you been flirting with?"


"Official?" Eliza replied.


"That what it says. Do you want me to open it for you?"


"No, no!" she said, running down the stairs. She grabbed the
letter and ran back up to her room.


"Well, excuse me!" Rosy said in annoyance.


The Letter read,


'Dearest Eliza.'


'I am presently in Scotland as a guest of His Britannic Majesty's
Armed Forces. This to let you know that I think of you my every
waking hour and long to be with you. I am in camp GA 127N near
Galston Kilmarnock. I am doing very well and am well fed. I hope
you haven't forgotten our conversation on the pier.


Love Kimi.


Eliza rummaged under her bed and grabbed a old pewter box. She
frantically tipped out the contents on the candlewick bedspread.
She grabbed a rolled up wad of notes and fled out of her room.


"Ere, where are you going in such a hurry?" Rosy yelled after
her.


"Scotland!" Eliza yelled back as she dashed off down the street
for the bus.


Eliza stood outside the forbidding looking barbed-wire gate. Two
guards from the 12th East Glasgow Volunteers were arguing with
her.


"I'm telling you this is a restricted area, Miss. you're not
supposed to be on this side of the river at all. You'll have to
see Major Monroe, Miss, back at the guards barracks."


"But I've come all the way from London and..."


"Look, you could come from heaven, Miss, but you'd still need a
pass."


As she turned to go, a large elderly guard approached.


"You wouldn't be Eliza Simpson by any chance?" he asked her.


"Yes... do you know k..."


"It's alright boys, I'll take it from here. Back to yourposts."


"Yes sir, Warrant Officer sir!" they snapped, and marched off.


"Now then, lass. Would you be after a friend of ours by any
chance?" he asked Eliza.


"Yes, his name is K..."


"Not here lass. Come with me." Eliza followed her away from the
camp. When they had walked a while the WO said,


"He's very special, your Kimi, isn't he?"


"Yes, can I see him?" Eliza asked anxiously.


"It'll take some arranging. Things are pretty slack here, but not
that slack. That lot are not in a hurry to return home but you
can't let them loose to roam around the countryside. Tell me,
have you ever thought of moving to Galston? I know a little
cottage..."























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