Trinity College School - Record Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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TRANSITION People eome people go IIIILIILIS I vt known The mrnds I ve blown Never staved Though we ve played The grass has grown a brt you know Some I vc. loved have ehanged like me And all we hold are memorres And though I try to stop and stand To make my footprmt tn the sand Agatn I sltp The wrnds have blown M Stevenson QFIFSI Prtze Poem equal Gavtn Inee Langmurr Wrrtrng Competrttonj WHERE DOI STAND9 Where do I stand? Am I the man I seem to be What has ltfe got planned for me Where do I stand? Who wlll I love Wlll she be the one who s rtght for me Wrll I have chlldren who ll wonder luke me Who w1llIlove'I What can I do Mv hfe has dtsappornted me Whv can t I be like others I see What Lan I do9 The answers I know My God wtll not show I wonder too mueh Oflrfe and of suth G Davtes Qlelonorable Mentron, Gavm Inee Langmurr Wrrtrng Competttronl ,v mf, ' ,' ' t , . 9 I 7 The grass has grown a bit. . . you know. , 1 ' ' I . , . I Y

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was ludicrous to attempt to wield it against an entire ship! That was gtits spelled s-t-u-p-i-d. His iuind flashed back to the hold. lt was safely battened down, wasn't it? Much too late to check it now. it would give him away. Thoughts of his mother kept running through his mind as he raced over his few alternatives with his whole body trembling uncontrollably, lt certainly was cold, he thought stupidly. What could he do. WHAT WAS HE TO D0 NOW? Stay calm, he berated himself. He could not out-run them and reach England. He could not fight a shipload of Germans single-handedly armed only with a knife. They could blow his ship out of the water and he was powerless to prevent them from inspecting the hold. If they found the Jews then they would kill him. There was no escapeg he was a rat in a trap. Hans stared at his tormentors. Now only a hundred yards away, and tears of rage and utter frustration fell from his eyes. He would die like a dog and helwas helpless. There was one last hope and he jeered at himself 'as he employed it, desperately murmuring to the sky Oh Lord, Front out of the Land of Egypt deliver thy chosen people, Israel. Their ship drew alongside and seven of theni boarded. Using all of his willpower Hans maintained control of himself though his hands were sweating and trembling. So he had thrust them into his pockets. One of the Germans approached him anti saluted, and he returned the salute. It was probably the Captainfof the shipg he was wearing the Knight's Cross with Diamondsf I-Ige spoke.: You are Danish? What are you doing in these waters??'l fs- 1 - 't I am a Danish fisherman answered Hans. It was hopelesssf. - ,N H' What are you doing in these waters? the German answered again. Fishing Hans replied. lt was best to answer in simple sentences to conceal his terror. . . You are a long way from home the man observed. I follow the fish fThat one had been easy!! And the fish are around here? he politely inquired in his monotonous tone. Lately. stay simple. And where is it, may I inquire that you keep your fish? Oh sweet Jesus Christ he knows realized Hans with fear of extinction. He knows! Where any other fisherman keeps his fish of course. God it sounded lame! The german walked over to the hatch of the hold which was tightly battened down. Hans followed him, his heart exploding in his throat and the blood in him roaring dovtn lits arms and snitishiut at the ends of his fingers with such force he was sure his nail- would be popped off. The lllilll tcstcd the hold and looked up at Hans. There are fish in this hold? he asked. Hans suppressed at dcsirt I0 query as to whether or not the Pope was a Catholic, and an swered dully - Yes, fish. Open the hold, please requested the man and Hans bent to hi: last task. He was totally helpless, he had failed ui his mission, their bloodnwas on his hands. He threw the hatch open viciously, the las bellow of dying elephant. The German switched on his flashlight Shone it downwards and peered inside. Beneath him thirty-twt Jews glanced up and blinked at their first light in several hours The world had ended for Hans and he stood there numbly Mindless and oblivious to the deliberations of the German. A pause of a few seconds brought him back to earth and he wa- surprised to see that the man hadn't acted yet. He stared at tht German and saw the tremendous conflict in his mind written on hi: face. The man shifted his feet and stared down once again. Han: saw that he was unsure and his heart leapt. Was there a chance? The Captain pulled a slip of paper with writing on it out of hif pocket and crumpled it. He seemed to have decided. Hans had fel' that he was dead. Would this man bring him back to life? Hi: entire body flooded with tension and the German finally looked ur at him and made a simple statement. Fish, Qy2 . replied Hans as the Captain turned to his men am orde 1 ein back onto their ship. May you enjoy good fishing, my friend, and my congratulation' on your sedman's courage. Thanks, sir, the same to you. choked Hans as the Germar reboarded his own ship and they parted ways: one bound for England and one for the Second World War. We are the Danish and we won't allow the madman to kill ou Jews he said out loud as he reset the sails and headed fo' England, having once checked the halyards and finding them to bt all right. . . . R. Win tFirst Prize Story, Gavin lnce Langmui Writing Competitior 23

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