I look up just as the London skies are about to split open and pelt us with a cold rain. “Shite!” It"s fittingly gray for a day like this. A day that England will never forget. A day that I will never forget.
This morning I wake just like any other day in London. I live in one of the army barracks and by the time I force myself out of bed and across the cold floor, the lav is jammed with people. I push my way towards the showers and ignore the irritated glances directed my way. I"m not in the mood today and I don"t have time to wait in line. None of these women know what the day has in store for me. I shower and let the freezing cold water run the last bits of soap from my hair before wrapping a towel around myself and stepping out. If only the last forty years of my life could be so easi
