“Do? Why! I let them take me prisoner. What else could I do? There I was on a float marked with the Nazi cross and wearing a Nazi swastika on my shirt.
“I threw them a line and, when a big wave broke on shore, they hauled me in.
“Then I invited them to take breakfast with me. I had bacon in tins, biscuits in a box and a jar of marmalade, also coffee. It was a grand feed. And did those old men eat? They’d been on watch since sun-down.”
“And after that?” Cherry whispered.
“Then I showed them my water-soaked uniform, my American passport in a waterproof pocket and my identification tag.”
“And then they wanted to shoot you more than ever.” Brand laughed.
“No—no, they didn’t.” Dave leaned back in his chair. “They were regular old sports. Took it all as a huge joke. Had a good laugh over it.
“Then,” he added, “I traded them my float for a ride home in a dilapidated old car. And here I am.”
“That float will make them a nice outpost station all winter.” Alice sighed with content. She wanted everyone to be comfortable and happy.
“I’m going to America,” Cherry said. “The doctor advised it for my voice. He says it’s nerves.