“Our passing interrupted the road crossing, and the crowd bunched on both sides waited for us to go by as we all waited for the war to go by, thinking we can suspend or postpone living and not knowing that in war the heart grows older than it does in dreams” HeartWarWaitingShort StoriesWw2War StoriesDan DavinAnzacBreathing SpacesIn TransitSelected StoriesCassino Book:Breathing spaces Source: Breathing spaces