“I just know it was there!”
It was gone, the airplane that she had seen earlier that day. The wheat in the field was waving and whispering, but no airplane. The girl in the red blouse felt disappointment.
Her father shook his head.
“You must have been mistaken. There is nothing here. Come on, you must help your mother now.”
She took her basket of wheat and started walking back to the farmhouse slowly. Could she really have been so mistaken?
The sky was blue that moment. The field was covered with yellow wheat. An ordinary Summer’s day.
And then, out of the blue, the double-decker airplane appeared over her head, the pilot waved before he took a loop and went to the distance from where she could hear the artillery near Thiaumont, heavy 420mm shell fire.
“See?” she said, pointing in the air triumphantly. Her father nodded. The war was approaching.
June 21, 1916