sapphire promise - epilogue

SAPPHIRE PROMISE -EPILOGUE

A TIMELINE CONTINUATION OF ANNIKA’S LIFE

SALLY BRANDLE

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OCTOBER 1945

BANGKOK, THAILAND

nnika inhaled. From the banks of Bangkok’sChao Phraya River, smells of pungent

refuse, fish, and – at times – a whiff of refreshingJasmine hit her nose. “It’s a nice break to smellsomething besides bleach and ether in the hospitaltent.” She squeezed Phillip’s hand.

He stopped walking and kissed her cheek.“Freedom smells great in any form, especiallywalking beside the woman I adore.” They continuedtheir leisurely pace and approached a three-storyhotel with a British flag hanging from the porch.

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“Here we are, my sweet.” They ascended the hotel’ssteps hand-in-hand. “Tonight, we’ll be alone and in acomfortable bed,” he whispered. “Two weeks in thatwarehouse-sized tent at Kanchanaburi was all I couldtake. You handled the bawdy, crowded conditionswell. I love you more every day.”

A blush warmed her cheeks. “And I feel thesame.” At the Allied forces’ warehouse-sized tempo-rary shelter, she and Phillip had slept on mats stuffedwith leaves—along with thousands of other freedDutch, European, and Australian POWs. Thesupposed privacy – created by the same flimsy matshung on all sides of their small chamber – was asham. Couples reuniting after four years apart hadn’tmuch cared about discretion. “I’m also lookingforward to a bath if I can arrange one.” Annika’sbloat from beriberi and the medicine was gone, butonly a good soak would remove the layers of dust.

“We’ll make that a priority.” Phillip led her to thecheck-in desk. “I thought the line would be longer,”he said. “The men in uniform ahead of us are bothgenerals. The one speaking to the clerk is British andthe other man is from the British Indian Army.”

Annika shook her head. “So many joined theAllied campaign. It astounds me.”

The British officer took the key from the counter.“Good day and thank you.” He lifted his bag fromthe floor and proceeded toward the stairs to the left.

The Indian general moved to face the desk clerk

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and said a few words. The clerk’s face tightened, andthen he mumbled a reply.

The general’s posture stiffened. “I’d book theroom for a week,” he stated.

The clerk shook his head and crossed his armsover his chest.

Annika scanned the empty lobby. They couldn’tbe out of rooms.

Phillip turned to her. “This doesn’t sit well. If hedoesn’t get a key, catch his sleeve and have himwait,” he whispered. “I heard that by the end of thewar British India had the largest volunteer army todate. Supposedly over two and a half million Indianmen fought. Their commanders should be treatedwith respect.”

Annika nodded and watched as the Indian generalleft the desk. She stepped aside, and caught up tohim. “Sir, please wait for a moment.” She turnedtoward the front desk.

The clerk’s haughty gaze skimmed over Phillip.“The remaining rooms are reserved for officers,” hesnapped.

Annika rolled her eyes. Phillip’s best clothinghadn’t survived years in the POW camp. Thankfully,the Allies had issued the clean clothes he wore. Hisnew Dutch officer’s uniform was being altered.Phillip squared his shoulders and offered the ID thatproved his rank of First Lieutenant. “I’d like a roomfor the week,” he said.

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“Of course, lieutenant.” The clerk studied aprinted list, looked up, and smiled. “We have a lovelyone with a balcony.” He turned and handed Phillipthe key.

“I’d like to pay in advance for the week,” Phillipstated. The clerk told him the amount and he fishedthe bills from his pocket and placed them on thecounter.

“Enjoy your stay,” the clerk said.Phillip nodded, then approached Annika and the

Indian general. “Here’s the key to a nice room, paidfor a week in advance. I don’t condone the clerk’sbehavior, Sir.”

The general smiled. “Very gracious of you, lieu-tenant.” He removed a money clip from his pocketand peeled off a stack of bills. “I will wait here for anhour. If you cannot find another hotel room for youand your lovely wife, please return.”

“We will.” Phillip pocketed the repayment.“Annika, let’s try the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.”

“That sounds delightful.” Annika took Phillip’shand, and they booked a room at the beautiful hotel.Their stay proved to be the best second honeymoonAnnika could have imagined. Whatever challengesthey’d face, two were stronger than one.

Their days together flew by, and much to Anni-ka’s dismay, Phillip’s two weeks of leave had ended.He returned to his military career in the RoyalNetherlands East Indies Army (KNIL) Intelligence

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Division as the lead intelligence officer—often gonefor several days at a time. Annika borrowed whatevermedical texts she could find to read in the evenings,in the hopes that one day she would be a licensednurse. During the day, she volunteered at the nearbyhospital for soldiers—some still recovering fromPOW trauma and others injured in the Indonesians’battle against the Dutch and British.

A week into the new routine of living in a smallcabin, Annika’s observation skills had come inhandy. Thank goodness she’d been about to do herfirst rounds for the morning and had spotted a dehy-drated Thai girl vomiting in the dirt road leading tothe medical tent. The remainder of the day had beena scramble to isolate the girl. Cholera.

The near disaster at the field hospital outside thecity would not be forgotten for a long, long time.Annika rolled her shoulders to relieve tension. Shelet out a slow breath. By having managed to hold thegirl at a safe distance and get her quarantined, thedeadly disease hadn’t spread to the recuperatingDutch soldiers. The sick teenager now lay on a cot ina field, protected from the sun by sections of canvassecured into a lean-to style structure. Tomorrow, andthe days following, Annika would bring her food andwater, leaving it a safe distance away for her toretrieve it until she’d passed the infectious stage.Thank the Lord the Allies provisioned their tempo-rary medical tents with new equipment and plenty of

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medicine. It was state-of-the-art compared to whatshe’d seen at Tjideng. She rubbed her temple. Howyoung and naïve she’d been four years ago, at eigh-teen, when she’d begun assisting doctors on all typesof surgeries at the Tjikini Hospital, the makeshiftTjideng POW hospital, and in Bandoeng at thehospital who’d operated on Tante Julia. Thanks tothe Japanese invasion, she’d received the equivalentof a decade or two worth of hands-on training, givento her by kind and competent doctors.

Phillip returned that evening from his overnightmaneuver into Burma with an odd look on his face.He kissed her and lifted off his bamboo slouch hat.Having one side of the brim flipped up, it accentedhis handsome profile. Annika sighed. Jaunty hat ornot, she’d never tire of admiring his movie starlooks.

“Annika,” he began. “You’ve told me you’d love totravel more. How would you feel about spending amonth in India? I’ve been assured the British armywould welcome your nursing skills there, also.”

“What would you be doing? Isn’t that a Britishcolony?”

“Currently, yes. There are problems between theIndian population fighting against colonial rule,same as here and on Java. When I’m off work, I tryto shut off my job. Maybe my habit of holding backthat information from you isn’t entirely fair,” Phillipsaid. “My commanding officer felt my intelligence

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gathering expertise could be useful to the British.Will you go with me?” His voice lacked the steadycalm she’d grown accustomed to.

Did he think she could ever resist him? “Ofcourse, I’ll go along. I knew you’d be required tomove around when we met. You can’t get rid of methat easy, liefje,” she teased her darling, herhusband.

He pulled her into a hug. “I’ll never want to getrid of you. Banish that thought. Pack your bags andwe can leave tomorrow. Don’t worry, the cabin won’tbe used while we’re away.”

“Then I’ll leave things in place, ready for ourreturn.” She filled a duffel bag with all the clothesshe owned. When she’d lived at Mansion Annika,her underwear alone would have taken up the sameamount of space. Someday she’d have suits anddresses again. For now, the few sturdy outfits sheowned would suffice—as long as she had Phillip byher side. The very thought brought a feeling ofcontentment.

The airplane trip the next day was uneventful,but the month in India was not a vacation by anymeans. The repercussions of war had everyone onedge. The local Indian community did not welcomeAnnika and Phillip the same way the Indonesianculture had done prior to the war. But life around theworld had changed and colonial rule had lost favor inthe eyes of some Allies. Phillip wouldn’t admit it,

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but she’d seen the strain in his face each night. Theywere both relieved to return to Thailand, as theyheard about kidnappings, beatings, and murderstaking place on Java. Unfortunately, Phillip’s bouts ofmalaria persisted and appeared to be getting worse.

In December of 1945, Annika and Phillip werehorrified to hear on a radio broadcast that a band ofIndonesian rebel extremists murdered nearlyeveryone (primarily Christians) who’d lived inDepok, a city south of Batavia. The final threemonths of 1945 and early into 1946, the so-calledBersiap period (“be ready” in Malayan) was violentand chaotic. The KNIL Intelligence Division sentPhillip on many overnight missions throughout thesurrounding islands. One of his trips to Java tookplace in April of 1946 to assess the Depok massacre.A famous photographer, Willem van de Poll, metPhillip and filmed him and the other KNIL soldierswhile they spoke to the local population and viewedthe horrors which had transpired a few monthsearlier.

Phillip didn’t speak much about his work, or theBersiap period. Annika knew the brutality he’dwitnessed weighed heavily on him. In May of 1946,after his especially depressing Depok trip, she couldat least share wonderful personal news. “Phillip,you’ve wanted to be a father,” Annika began. “You’regoing to get your chance sometime in January. God

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willing, 1947 will begin with the birth of our firstchild.”

“That’s great news!” Phillip kissed her and thenplaced his palm on her tummy. “Will we have a sonor a daughter, I wonder? Either way, I’ll be thrilled.”

“I’m wondering about choosing a pediatricianand a hospital. I know doctors I’d trust in Batavia.Could you get us transferred there, maybe a fewmonths before our baby is due?”

He pulled her close and rubbed her back. “Everyintelligence report I receive shows that the fightingbetween the Dutch and the Indonesian Nationals hasintensified all around us. This is a good reason forme to put in now for a six-month medical leave to goto Holland. I can’t seem to get over malaria here.And, I’d feel better if you had our baby in Holland,where it’s safe.”

Annika let out a sigh of relief. They’d return toEurope together, where they’d both be reunited withtheir families. The future was very, very bright.

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SEPTEMBER 1946

nnika breathed a sigh of relief. Phillip’s sixmonth leave and a return trip to Holland

had finally come through and ship passage had beenarranged.

Uneventful, slow, and steady described Annikaand Phillip’s boat trip.

On the lengthy voyage to Amsterdam, they spoketo Dutch, European, and Indo people who were alsobeing repatriated. At dinner one night, a governmentworker shared the sad estimate that during theJapanese occupation of the Dutch East Indies, it wasthought that four million people had died as a resultof famine and forced labor, including 30,000European civilian internee deaths. He’d voiced the

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opinion that the so-called Indonesian National Revo-lution, which Phillip had recently fought against, hadbeen brewing for decades. Apparently, the revolutionmoved forward through the careful planning of theJapanese to manipulate control of the islands. They’dpoliticized Indonesians down to the village level. Thegovernment worker went on to detail the studieshe’d read of how the Japanese had educated, trained,and armed many young Indonesians and had giventheir nationalist leaders a political voice. Philliplistened with a solemn look on his face and barelycommented. After coffee that night, Annika pleadeda headache, and took Phillip’s hand after theyexcused themselves. They took a turn around thepeaceful boat deck before going to bed. Phillip stayedunusually withdrawn. Was he considering what hisfuture military career would entail after their leave inHolland ended? Tonight wasn’t the time to begin adiscussion. They were both tired after the trouble-some dinner conversation.

Annika tossed and turned that night. Would thewar ever end? Would she and Phillip be able toreturn to island life on a safe and prosperous Javasomeday, or would the Dutch continue to be hated?She took deep breaths to calm her body. The wordsto the hymn from their wedding came to mind—"show me to carry the present only, with a calmand peaceful mind.” The baby growing inside herneeded nurturing, not worry.

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The return to Holland gave her and Phillip aneeded break. Staying in the Hague with hermaternal grandparents couldn’t have been lovelier.Reuniting with her parents, Rudy, Claude, andconnecting briefly with cousin Emily gave Annika’ssoul some respite. Emily’s life would continue inAustralia with Quinn, and she’d boarded a boat tomeet him in November.

During their time in Holland, Rudy waspresented with a medal from Queen Juliana for hisflying during the war. He had piloted both a Spitfireand a P-51, and during one encounter, he was theonly pilot to return from his squadron. The storymade Annika both proud and sad. So many goodmen, men like Rudy, had died. A group he belongedto is pictured next.

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hile in the Netherlands, Phillip wasdetermined to beat malaria. After

several months spent visiting various militarydoctors in Holland, Dr. Bosch treated Phillip success-fully with a single shot to his arm. What a relief itwas to all of them to have him on the road to a fullrecovery.

In January of 1947, Annika gave birth to a beau-tiful daughter, Justine, in a modern Dutch hospital.Phillip was the happiest new father she’d ever seen.

Pappie, Mamma, Oma and Opa were thrilled tohave a happy baby in their home. Phillip’s six-monthleave ended in February, and as his health had drasti-cally improved, he was sent back to Sumatra inFebruary to continue as an intelligence officer withthe KNIL. The tough decision was made for Annikato remain in Holland until a suitable home could be

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found in Sumatra for their family. Being separatedyet again was a blow to Annika, but the baby’s needstook precedence.

Annika took her stroller to the mailbox every day,anticipating another letter from Phillip. Corre-sponding with him and sending photos of Justinesufficed for the short term, but when Phillip wrote ofthe ten-bedroom mansion the military had found forthem to share with other officers, she jumped at thechance to join him.

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C H A P T E R 4

MAY 1947 MEDAN, SUMATRA

nnika booked the flight to reunite withPhillip. Justine had reached four months old

and was an easy baby. Stewardesses who pamperedher on the commercial airplane gave Annika theinkling that a better life awaited her in Sumatra.

Phillip’s eyes lit up at the site of Annika exitingthe plane with Justine in her arms. He leaned overthe baby and gave her a very welcoming kiss, thenlowered his head and stroked the tiny, fine tuft ofJustine’s brown hair, then looked at Annika. “She’sgrowing more wonderful by the month, isn’t she?”

“Yes. And we are finally the wonderful andreunited family!”

“I have more good news to share,” Phillip said.

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“We’ve been given the master suite on the upperfloor of our new quarters, which has an adjoiningroom perfect for a nursery. This place is even biggerthan Mansion Annika.”

“The home and our suite sound fabulous, but along time ago, before we were married, I determinedI’d be happy living in a tent with you.” Annikagrinned and patted the baby’s cheek. “I was still agirl then, not a mother. I hope there are some tasksto keep me busy. I’m not planning to find a nanny fora while, so my nursing career will be on hold if that’sokay.”

“Of course. In fact, my commander heard me bragabout your organizational skills.” He took the babyand cradled her in his arms, rocking his body backand forth. “Your mommy is smart, little Justine. Andif she can put together menus and direct the house-hold staff, we’ll live for free and have a lot moremoney for beautiful, frilly dresses.”

Annika had watched her mother work with theirservants. The thought brought a heaviness to herheart. “I won’t have Kokkie, Ahmad, or Luther, butI’ll try my best.” From the rave reviews they receivedin the next months on delicious food and comfort-able living quarters from the officers, she’dsucceeded.

Phillip fulfilled the role of doting father wheneverhe spent an evening at their home in Sumatra. Hewould often be out on maneuvers for several days or

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weeks at a time, as were the other officers. Thelength of his time away became increasinglyextended as the Indonesian National Revolutioncontinued.

On a clear night with a sliver of a moon, Annikaand Justine were alone in the house. She’d put thebaby in her bassinet and gone to bed. Scrapingnoises woke her to full alert. This wasn’t a bug. Itwas a person using a tool. Her heartbeat jumpedwhile she listened for the location. Where could theyenter? Bars protected all the bedroom windows onthe first and second floors.

She threw her legs over the bed. Someone wasprying open the wooden shutters on the smallerbathroom window next to their suite. No barssecured its opening. Her pulse pumped as shescanned their bedroom, dimly lit with a nightlight inthe doorway between their bedroom and thenursery.

She would allow no one to harm her or Justine.There was one thing she could use as a weapon, apick-stick which gardeners used for spearing leaves.She’d brought one inside to kill bugs and kept ittilted against the wall behind their bedroom door. Ifshe caught the robber climbing into the window, shecould poke him back outside using the pointed metalend. She grabbed the handle and crept to thebathroom.

Metal tapping against wood came from the

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window’s slatted shutters. Annika’s eyes adjusted tothe darkened room. The noise stopped and theintruder’s fingers poked through the gap which laybetween the two wooden shutters that closed in themiddle. The flimsy metal hook and loop latch in thecenter groaned as the nails holding them in placecame free.

Annika crept to within a few feet, took a warriorstance with one foot forward, and aimed the spear atthe middle of the window.

The latch burst, the shutters sprang open, andthe intruder, a man, put his hands on the edges ofthe window. His head and torso appeared as a darkoutline as he prepared to hoist himself inside.

Annika drew back, took a step, and thrust thespear at his chest. She jabbed until his fingersreleased.

“Oomph!” he cried, and fell backward. Thumpson the roof tiles and a loud crunch from the shrubsbelow told her he’d fallen to the ground.

Annika ran to the open window and looked out.Dim light from a lamppost on the street shone ontotheir driveway. A skinny man, hunkered over andholding his chest, ran from their yard and disap-peared into darkness. She sunk onto the toilet seat.Was he breaking in to steal things or murder them?Her breathing came in gasps as she rubbed hershaking fingers onto her bare legs. If they were tostay in Sumatra, where the Allied military was hated,

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she’d need to be armed. For tonight, she’d use thekey to lock the bathroom door from the hallway side.

Phillip returned from the trip, insisted bars beput on all the windows, and taught Annika how tofire a gun and a rifle. After Blanche, their seconddaughter, was born in a Sumatran hospital inNovember of 1948, the family moved into a home oftheir own. They’d been told it was a safer neighbor-hood for the remaining Dutch.

Unfortunately, the fighting between the Dutchand the Indonesians continued. Muggings, break-ins,and worse plagued any Europeans living on theislands. One moonlit night after Phillip had left foranother two weeks of maneuvers, Annika remainedhome alone with the children. Voices outside wokeher from a sound sleep. The voices were close to thehouse, not just floating in from the street out front.Through a crack in her shuttered bedroom window,she saw a group of men enter their yard.

She checked on the children in the bedroom nextto theirs. Justine lay curled in the crib, and theirinfant, Blanche, slept peacefully in her cradle—sosweet, so innocent, so vulnerable.

The rifle and handgun lay next to their bed.Annika hustled to the master bedroom, lifted therifle from the floor and loaded in shells. The gun feltheavy in her hands, but it would surely scare thetrespassers off. She stepped to the living roomwindow and folded back the shutter. Bars protected

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them, but those men could break down the door.The trespassers outside were not late-night revelers,they were discussing in Malay whether to bust in thedoor or pry open a window.

Annika stuck the rifle barrel between the metalbars, pulled back the lever, and racked a bullet intothe chamber. “Stop where you are, or I’ll shoot!” sheyelled at them, and hoped they could see enough toknow she meant business.

They laughed and continued toward her frontdoor. One carried a stick of some type.

Her heart thundered in her chest. There were sixof them, and they could easily find a way to getinside. Annika swallowed. “Any closer and I willshoot.” The bottom of the open window sat lowenough for her to use the kneeling position Philliphad shown her. She dropped to one knee, kept theother one bent, and cradled the gun’s long barrel inher hand. She propped her elbow onto her bent kneefor stability, placed the rifle’s butt against her rightshoulder, and pressed her cheek against the stock.

They kept walking, getting to within thirty feet ofthe house. Phillip had instructed her repeatedly to,“Aim for their balls.” With that in mind, Annikasighted low on the first one’s torso, took a breath,and squeezed the trigger. The recoil threw her back afew inches.

The man she’d targeted folded over and huggedhis leg. “I’m hit!” he screamed in Malay.

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“Yes!” Annika hissed. Close to where she’daimed! But would it stop them? She racked anotherbullet. “The next shot will be to your chest!”

Three of the men ran to the road. Two of thethugs grabbed the injured man and dragged him outof the yard. Annika set the rifle on the ground. Ababy cried from the bedroom. She rushed in andsettled Justine back to sleep. “All is well, little one,”she cooed. But it wasn’t. A cold sweat broke out onher forehead.

Phillip returned the following day, heard thestory, and moved them into his office on the militarybase.

A few weeks later at a gathering, Phillip sharedthe story with other officers. One of them asked,“Why do you leave Annika alone? Why haven’t yousent your family back to Holland?”

“Hell,” he said, “She can shoot better than manyof my soldiers.” But he’d already put in a request toreturn to Holland.

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APRIL 1949

risoners occupied the hold in the lowerpart of the ship headed from Medan,

Sumatra to Batavia, Java. While older Dutch womenon board doted on her two girls, Annika volunteeredas a nurse on the three-day voyage. Phillip coordi-nated handling the Dutch, Indo-European, andIndonesian military prisoners who had been foundguilty and were being returned to a prison on Java.Phillip was very correct, helpful, and fair in his deci-sions on the ship. She’d heard the same from Pappieabout Phillip’s treatment of the other POWs.

Annika came out on deck and gazed across thefoaming water. They’d been delayed by rough seas

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and she’d be glad to be on land again. One more boattrip to Holland and they might finally live a normallife. In the two years they’d spent in Sumatra, she’dhad Phillip at home, sporadically, maybe totalingthree months’ time. That was now in the past. In herfuture, she’d need to say tearful goodbyes.

After their boat arrived in Batavia, they had atwo-day layover before their departure on the shipheaded for Holland. Annika had written ahead andcontacted her beloved nanny, Oudje, to arrange avisit. When Phillip checked in at the base, he’d founda Jeep she could use for the day. It was the samevintage as the vehicle she’d borrowed to retrieve herfamily jewelry from Mansion Annika. That was astory he wouldn’t hear for a while.

Phillip secured Blanche in her bassinet on thefloorboard, and strapped Justine into a padded boxon the passenger seat. Annika drove slowly throughtown and avoided the dangerous areas Phillip hadmentioned. Oudje still lived with her sister’s familyand their reunion took place at a small, secludedpark. Both women knew that it could be the lasttime they saw one another. Oudje spread a blanketunder a shady tree. Annika set the bassinet betweenthem and found blocks for Justine to play with in hersatchel. She watched Oudje slowly lower herself tothe ground.

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leaned her back against Oudje’s knee, as if shesensed how safe and secure a place she’d found. Thetoddler looked up at Annika and flashed her brightsmile.

Annika vowed to remember this moment forever.How wonderful it would be to have Oudje by herwhile she raised her children. She turned to Oudje.“Would you join us in Holland? There wouldn’t beany work, only your wise counsel,” she suggested,trying not to sound as needy as she felt. She held herbreath, wishing with all her heart that her dearbaboe would accompany her home.

Oudje blinked, and wiped tears from her darkeyes. “I knew you’d ask and I discussed it with myfamily. My niece has children who need my care.They all told me I’d die up north in the cold.” Shelifted Blanche from the bassinet.

Holland had brutal winters. A parrot flew over-head, and Annika followed its path across the brightblue sky. Oudje belonged on Java. “I understand.”Her heart ached once more.

“You’ll have your mother and father to dote onyour babies.” Oudje kissed Blanche’s smooth fore-head and inhaled. “Ahh. The smell of a baby isprecious. Your children won’t lack for loving atten-tion.” She gave Annika the comforting smile whichhad soothed her fears during untold childhoodcalamities. They chatted for another hour, but toosoon their time together had come to an end.

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Annika’s chest tightened. Would she ever see hersweet-souled nanny again? “I’ll never forget theloving care that you gave me,” she kissed Oudje’ssmooth cheek. “I’ll write you letters and sendphotos. And you know your house will be my firststop when we return to Batavia.”

Oudje nodded, the skin around her eyes pinchedin a pained expression. “I’m afraid it won’t be safefor you to visit here for a long while.” She strokedJustine’s fine hair. “I’m relieved Phillip is taking youto Holland. The young fighters hate the Dutch. I heartheir angry speeches at the market. It scared me todeath to think of you alone in Sumatra. You were abrave girl to defend your home. I shared your letterswith my family.”

“We’ve all learned to survive, haven’t we?” Shehugged Oudje. “Please know there will always be aplace for you in Holland, should you change yourmind. I’m off to see the animals next. I’ll give Newt-newt a banana for you.”

Oudje helped her load the girls into the jeep.Annika climbed inside and leaned out to give herdear friend a final hug. They squeezed hands, bothunable to speak. The jeep’s engine rumbled to life,and she headed south while tears streamed down hercheeks.

Dr. Subroto’s voice had sounded excited on thephone when she’d called to ask permission to visither animals. Her pulse quickened as she turned onto

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the lane that ended at his veterinary clinic. Sheglanced at her daughters. The baby slept, andJustine’s head had flopped to the side while she tookher late afternoon nap. Her darlings, her world.

Maggy and Penny grazed in a pasture. Noir stoodon the other side of the fence, which separated them.Their coats were glossy and their body contoursperfect. The barn had a fresh coat of paint, and anewer car sat in the drive, all indicators that Dr.Subroto’s business had prospered. Regardless, sheknew to keep the visit short, so as not to put himand his family in danger with the locals. She parkedthe jeep and jumped out.

A taller Mina ran out to meet them, smiling andconfident. She carried Newt-newt on her shoulderand Foxy ambled beside her, his walk showing hisadvanced age. “Nonna Annika, we’re so happy to seeyou,” she called. “I take turns riding each of yourhorses. Maybe I’ll enter a show someday.” Delightshone on her pretty face.

Annika let out a long breath. Leaving her furryfriends here was for the best. A long voyage wouldbe hard on Foxy. Newt-newt wouldn’t like the cold,either. And the horses, well, they deserved a girltruly devoted to them. “They belong to your familynow, Mina. I hope you will send me photos. I knowmy animals love it here.” With that, she said hergoodbyes to her ponies, scratching noses and takinga deep, comforting smell of them. As Mina

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approached, Maggy nickered again, greeting the girlas she’d just greeted Annika. All would be well.

While Annika’s life continued in an unknowndirection after she left the tropical climate, she knewher cherished pets would receive great care infamiliar surroundings with a loving family.

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NOVEMBER 1950 AMSTERDAM, THENETHERLANDS

he second voyage from Batavia to Hollandhad gone as smoothly as the first. They’d

settled into a tidy Dutch home and been blessed inFebruary with another healthy daughter, Annelise.Even with help from two sets of grandparents, over-seeing for the care of three small children keptAnnika nearly as slim as when she’d been married ateighteen. She checked her watch. Today she’d arrivedearly at the train station to meet Phillip on his returnfrom another overnight military session at theNetherlands’-Germany border. He’d been postedthere along with dozens of other soldiers. It was esti-mated that over two-hundred-fifty thousand Dutch

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nationals had repatriated back to Holland fromIndonesia, many of them continuing their militarycareers.

A different train pulled in and Annika glanced atthe departing passengers. Her mother’s brother-in-law, a businessman, stepped off. Uncle Henk vanRaayen was followed by an elegantly dressed, slimman. “Annika,” her uncle called. “I’d like you to meetfashion designer Jacque Fath. He’s come toAmsterdam to do a trunk show of his spring collec-tion. He hob-knobs in Paris with Christian Dior.”Her uncle’s broad smile took over his round face.

Dior and Fath? She’d seen both those names inMamma’s fashion magazines. Annika smiled at thehandsome man. Luckily, today she’d worn a suitMamma had just sewn for her, a stylish hat, and hermatching gloves. “Bon jour,” she said to him in herbest French.

Monsieur Fath greeted her politely, gave her anappraising glance, and walked toward a waitingMercedes. She chatted a moment with her uncle,then spotted Phillip departing his train, and excusedherself to meet him.

Later that evening, her uncle called and told herthat Jacque was wondering if she would be inter-ested in modeling at his upcoming show. UncleHenk told her to look at the ad in the paper, placedin hopes of hiring local models. Jacque had

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mentioned to him that she had the right figure tosuit his clothes.

Annika found the advertisement and contactedthe person in charge. The timing was right. Justinehad contracted encephalitis, and through a contact ofRudy’s, they’d been put in touch with QueenJuliana’s pediatrician. The expense was tough ontheir family, even with Phillip having now achievedthe rank of Captain in the Dutch Army. She’d earn asmuch modeling in the three day show as a secretarycould earn in a year.

The following day, she arrived at the VictorianHotel, was instantly hired, and soon found herselfwalking the runway between rows of tables drapedwith white linen tablecloths. Patrons seated elbow toelbow nibbled appetizers and drank fancy beverageswhile the models paraded in the beautiful garments.This collection was called Lily, and many of the skirtswere created to resemble flowers. At the end of thethird day, they allowed the models to keep some ofthe couture clothes. Annika kept a blue jacket andmatching skirt, and a floral blouse.

While at the show, she met Marianna Löhle, atextile and clothing designer who sold her collectionsto stores in Holland, Belgium, and Germany. The twowomen hit it off, and Annika was invited to visit herbusiness. The clothes were designed and manufac-tured in Holland, in a large commercial building. The

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first floor held the office and showrooms for theclothing. The second-floor warehoused rows androws of expensive bolts of fabric. A large third floorspace hosted the seamstresses, who worked to cutand sew the clothes. Annika worked for MevrouwLöhle for a few months, and then she offered a part-nership to Annika. Her parents were thrilled tobabysit all three girls if she wanted to work.

Phillip wasn’t enthused, as she would’ve earned asizeable income. “No wife of mine is going to makemore money than me,” he declared.

So, Annika modeled for Mevrouw Löhle but didnot become a partner, as she knew it would havedeflated Phillip’s ego. During her time at the factory,she saw how much beautiful fabric was being thrownout from the ends of bolts. She suggested the seam-stresses take note of the scrap yardage and type offabric, then roll it into bundles. With the owner’sapproval, she put low prices on the fabric scraps. Theseamstresses were excited to buy them to take home.

Annika purchased the warmer wool material tomake suitable clothing so her children could playoutside in Holland’s cold winter weather. They worethe best clothes imaginable, due to Mamma’s designand sewing skills. As did Annika. Her work forMevrouw Löhle continued until someone showedPhillip photos of Annika modeling clothing in theAmsterdam paper.

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during the war and, added to that, the governmenthad repatriated over a quarter million people fromthe former Dutch East Indies, now independentIndonesia. With so many soldiers in the Dutch mili-tary, there wasn’t much room for Phillip’s advance-ment. Even though his military career had stalled, hefelt strongly that an officer’s wife shouldn’t befeatured in fashion show photos in the newspaper.And sadly, Annika knew that he was trying so hardto be a good provider so she wouldn’t have to work.A man’s ego could only take so much batteringbefore depression hit. She wouldn’t let that happento her liefje.

Phillip’s brother had emigrated from Holland tothe United States and enjoyed working as an engi-neer for General Electric. Annika had grown up withbig homes, servants, and yards. Phillip knew theywouldn’t have that in Holland due to the limitedmilitary pay and not much else in other careeropportunities.

As Phillip became more disenchanted, others –including the Allied soldiers he was stationed withwhile on duty – spoke to him of reasons to go toAmerica. Annika hosted dinners to entertain avariety of the officers Phillip worked with. One of theAmerican soldiers was a man named Alex, hand-some, charming, and the son of a wealthy Chicagofamily. He spent many evenings with Phillip andAnnika at their home.

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One evening when Phillip, Alex and Annika wererelaxing after dinner, Alex asked of Phillip, “Do youknow why I like Annika so much?”

Phillip laughed. “Of course, because she treatsyou so nicely.”

“No,” Alex replied quietly. “Because she is sograteful for everything in her life.”

And Annika was. Phillip had survived the waralong with all of her family. Oma Elodie would nothave done well in Tjideng. Her death was a blessing.“Thank you, Alex. I truly do feel grateful for what Ihave in life.”

While Phillip was out of town, he visited Annikafor a last time before he shipped out to the States.She left the children with Mamma and toured himaround Amsterdam for the day. She made nothing ofit, but assumed it was simply a friendly gesture toone of Phillip’s friends.

A few days later, in a phone conversation beforeAlex left London, he said to Phillip, “If you ever gettired of Annika, write me and I’ll come and bring herto America.”

Phillip told Annika his friend’s remark andchuckled. “How could he think he could ever rob meof my wife?”

He was correct. Her love for Phillip would neverwaiver, but still, Annika held her head a little higherthe next day.

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sit at the kitchen table. “Maybe the U.S. is a goodoption for us? My army friend, Robert, wrote andtold me to come to the United States. I’ve been well-educated in mathematics and engineering. He’s inSeattle and thinks I could easily work for Boeing. Hesaid I can make lots of money and we can have a bighouse.”

Annika smiled. During the war, she’d had manydiscussions with Major General Yamamoto Moichirōafter she’d given him his daily shot of what musthave been insulin. The general had painted a grandpicture of America.

Annika sighed. She could relocate again. Timeshad certainly changed. If not for the war, she’d neverhave thought herself capable of surviving the horrorsand challenges of Tjideng.

Phillip made arrangements to fly to the EastCoast, never mentioning a visit to Alex in Chicago.

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C H A P T E R 7

1956 VERONA, NEW JERSEY

t thirty-two, Annika left behind all her closefamily and their friends as she and Phillip

arrived in American with four small children. They’dbeen blessed with a fourth child, a son namedGaspard, now the youngest and a toddler of two.Boeing wasn’t hiring, so they opted to stay in NewJersey. Their American sponsors put them in touchwith the Van Leer family and Annika became friendswith their daughter. Mr. Van Leer had opened hischocolate factory on Christmas Day of 1949. Hespoke with Phillip at a party and offered him a job asa salesman. To Annika, having access to premiumchocolate was a dream come true. With Phillip’s

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quiet personality, sales was not his dream job, norwas their cramped housing.

The apartment they’d rented sat above a realestate office. A ball dropped on the slanted floorwould roll downhill. The home they’d left in Hollandhad been much nicer. Phillip left Van Leer and beganselling life insurance to other Dutch families in thearea. It suited his personality better, but the severewinters and hot, humid summers didn’t appeal toeither of them. Annika worked part-time at the drugstore across the street, keeping the window displayscurrent and assisting the manager. In the evenings,she studied medical books in English from thelibrary. She was determined to return to her nursingcareer as a licensed practitioner.

Another friend of Phillip’s from the militaryinsisted that the West Coast would be perfect forthem and that Seattle had endless job possibilities.What was one more move?

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SEATTLE, WA FALL OF 1959

hillip had taken young Gaspard andflown to Seattle, settled in, and then

sent for Annika. With the help of a dear familyfriend, Annika packed the three girls in the car andwith his assistance, they drove cross country. It tookthem a week, as there were no freeways or highways.

When they arrived, they found out therewouldn’t be a job in engineering at Boeing for Phillipunless he got a degree. So much for trusting anoverzealous friend without verifying the facts. WhilePhillip went to the University of Washington, Annikatook classes at a hospital and then was tested in allthe departments to be an RN. At the hiring inter-view, a director who’d read her experience nursing

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on Java asked if she’d have a problem treatingJapanese patients? Annika shook her head. “Theseare not the people who hurt me. Why would I everfeel that way?” She was hired and worked full-timeas a nurse to support her family of six, while Phillipworked part-time and went to school.

Her nursing career continued full time until shewas sixty-seven and part time until she was seventy.In the large home they bought on Myers Way, shehad a ballet bar installed in a downstairs bonus roomand taught ballet. She only retired from nursing dueto Phillip’s health issues. Her last position was asthe head nurse on a floor of Standring MemorialHospital.

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SEATTLE 1990

oeing hired Phillip and he spent theremainder of his career as an engineer

there. He realized his dream to finally become a pilotafter he’d retired from Boeing. Annika was a bitnervous to fly with him, as he was eight years older,and he suffered from diabetes and high bloodpressure.

Every time he’d prepare to leave for Boeing Field,where the planes were kept, he would ask Annika,“Come on, come and fly.’”

Annika would shake her head. “No, I can’t bringyou down if you become sick, and you’re so mucholder.” This went on for six months. On her daysoff, she went to the Blue Max restaurant on Boeing

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Field and took a seat where she could watch himtake off and land the plane he used from the BoeingFlight Club. Pilots went in and out of a nearbybuilding. After Phillip went up one day, sheventured into the building and met Phillip’s instruc-tor, Doug McDonald, a former WWII fighter pilot inEngland. A plan to fly with Phillip resonated in hermind. “Hey Doug, I’m a nurse, and I have freehours during the day. Can you teach me to fly?” sheasked.

“Yes, and as long as you only want your PowderPuff license, it won’t cost you much. The differenceis that you are learning from an instructor, instead ofgoing to a school for pilots.” He told her to attendground school classes at South Seattle College.

Annika enrolled in the flight classes and fibbed toPhillip that she was taking extra nursing classes tokeep up. When she’d finished the courses, sheprearranged everything needed for her surprise. Shecaught Phillip before he left for his typical Thursdaytrip to Boeing Field, “I’d like to fly with you today,but first I’ll want you to tell me all about piloting theairplane.”

“Of course.” He gave her his movie star smile.“I’d expect no less from my curious meisje, myspunky little girl.”

They arrived at the airport on a glorious sunnyafternoon. Would her plan work? Annika asked himabout all the pre-flight things one needed to do as

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they approached the plane, and then she opened thepilot’s door.

“Annika, you’ll be sitting next to me, on the otherside,” Phillip said.

“Oh, I’m only going to take a close look. Whydon’t you go in the passenger seat and explain moreto me?” She closed the door and he hopped in thepassenger seat.

Phillip complied and began, “You have to let thecontrol tower know what you are going to do.”

Doug, the instructor, was aware of the plan.Annika used the radio to alert the tower they werepreparing to leave, started the plane, pulled thethrottle, and off they went.

Phillip screamed, “What are you doing? What areyou doing?”

“Calm down. I’ve got my Powder Puff license,”Annika announced proudly.

Phillip wouldn’t talk to her for a few minutes.She flew them away from Boeing Field and headedWest over the rippling water of Puget Sound.

Phillip cleared his throat and wiped moisturefrom his eyes, “This is the most romantic day in mylife, that you would do this to spend time with me.”His voice was choked with emotion.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with. I’ve knownthat from first glance.” Annika looked out at blue skyand the Olympic Mountains, knowing the dreams ofher lovestruck, fifteen-and-a-half-year-old self all had

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come true. On her right hand she wore the heavygold signet ring etched with the de Fisicat familycrest, and on her left hand, her wedding set. Becauseof how she’d been raised, she’d embraced hernursing training as a teenager and survived WorldWar II, then blossomed into a woman who continuedto hold the attention of her handsome Phillip, thelove of her life.

Phillip squeezed her hand. A bright world layahead of them.

His faithful love kept her heart flying during theirsixty-one years of marriage.

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A F T E R W O R D

A final note from the author.This completes the story of Phillip and Annika.

My beta readers insisted they needed to know whatelse my friend, Iris, had encountered in her life. Howshe faced challenges and opportunities still amazesme, and how she evolved, from, in her terms, “aspoilt girl.” I wrote the story from her viewpoint,and because I never heard Iris use derogatory termsregarding her Japanese captors, I did not haveAnnika voice those terms in the story. As an RN inSeattle, I feel certain that Iris treated a diverse groupof patients with care and respect.

If you haven’t yet reviewed the book on Amazon,BookBub, or Goodreads, I truly hope you will.Reviews inspire writers to continue crafting storiesand puts your favorite tales in front of a wideraudience.

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AFTERWORD

Warm regards,Sally Brandle

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