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campaign。 here they were used not just for bombs but for building bridges； clearing debris； setting up tracks for armoured rail vehicles。 he hid there for the rest of the war。 few remembered the sikh who had been with suffolk’s unit。 in a year the whole unit was disbanded and forgotten； lieutenant blackler being the only one to rise in the ranks with his talent。
but that night as singh drove past lewisham and black…heath towards erith； he knew he contained； more than any other sapper； the knowledge of lord suffolk。 he was expected to be the replacing vision。
he was still standing at the truck when he heard the whistle that meant they were turning off the arc lights。 within thirty seconds metallic light had been replaced with sulphur flares in the back of the truck。 another bomb raid。 these lesser lights could be doused when they heard the planes。 he sat down on the empty petrol can facing the three ponents he had removed from the sc…okg； the hisses from the flares around him loud after the silence of the arc lights。
he sat watching and listening； waiting for them to click。 the other men silent； fifty yards away。 he knew he was for now a king； a puppet master； could order anything； a bucket of sand； a fruit pie for his needs； and those men who would not cross an uncrowded bar to speak with him when they were off duty would do what he desired。 it was strange to him。 as if he had been handed a large suit of clothes that he could roll around in and whose sleeves would drag behind him。 but he knew he did not like it。 he was accustomed to his invisibility。 in england he was ignored in the various barracks； and he came to prefer that。
the self…sufficiency and privacy hana saw in him later were caused not just by his being a sapper in the italian campaign。 it was as much a result of being the anonymous member of another race； a part of the invisible world。 he had built up defences of character against all that； trusting only those who befriended him。 but that night in erith he knew he was capable of having wires attached to him that influenced all around him who did not have his specific talent。
a few months later he had escaped to italy； had packed the shadow of his teacher into a knapsack； the way he had seen the green…clothed boy at the hippodrome do it on his first leave during christmas。 lord suffolk and miss morden had offered to take him to an english play。 he had selected peter pan； and they； wordless； acquiesced and went with him to a screaming child…full show。 there were such shadows of memory with him when he lay in his tent with hana in the small hill town in italy。
revealing his past or qualities of his character would have been too loud a gesture。 just as he could never turn and inquire of her what deepest motive caused this relationship。 he held her with the same strength of love he felt for those three strange english people； eating at the same table with them； who had watched his delight and laughter and wonder when the green boyraised his arms and flew into the darkness high above the stage； returning to teach the young girl in the earth…bound family such wonders too。
in the flare…lit darkness of erith he would stop whenever planes were heard； and one by one the sulphur torches were sunk into buckets of sand。 he would sit in the droning darkness； moving the seat so he could lean forward and place his ear close to the ticking mechanisms； still timing the clicks； trying to hear them under the throb of the german bombers above him。
then what he had been waiting for happened。 after exactly one hour； the timer tripped and the percussion cap exploded。
removing the main gaine had released an unseen striker that activated the second； hidden gaine。 it had been set to explode sixty minutes later—long after a sapper would normally have assumed the bomb was safely defused。
this new device would change the whole direction of allied bomb disposal。 from now on； every delayed…action bomb would carry the threat of a second gaine。 it would no longer be possible for sappers to deactivate a bomb by simply removing the fuze。 bombs would have to be neutralized with the fuze intact。 somehow； earlier on； surrounded by arc lights； and in his fury； he had withdrawn the sheared second fuze out of the booby trap。 in the sulphureous darkness under the bombing raid he witnessed the white…green flash the size of his hand。 one hour late。 he had survived only with luck。 he walked back to the officer and said； “i need another fuze to make sure。” they lit the flares around him again。 once more light poured into his circle of darkness。 he kept testing the new fuzes for two more hours that night。 the sixty…minute delay proved to be consistent。
he was in erith most of that night。 in the morning he woke up to find himself back in london。 he could not remember being driven back。 he woke up； went to a table and began to sketch the profile of the bomb； the gaines； the detonators； the whole zus… problem； from the fuze up to the locking rings。 then he covered the basic drawing with all the possible lines of attack to defuse it。 every arrow drawn exactly； the text written out clear the way he had been taught。
what he had discovered the night before held true。 he had survived only through luck。 there was no possible way to defuse such a bomb in situ without just blowing it up。 he drew and wrote out everything he knew on the large blueprint sheet。 at the bottom he wrote： drawn by desire of lord suffolk； by his student lieutenant kirpal singh； may
he worked flat…out； crazily； after suffolk’s death。 bombs were altering fast； with new techniques and devices。 he was barracked in regent’s park with lieutenant blackler and three other specialists； working on solutions； blueprinting each new bomb as it came in。
in twelve days； working at the directorate of scientific research； they came up with the answer。 ignore the fuze entirely。
ignore the first principle； which until then was “defuse the bomb。” it was brilliant。 they were all laughing and applauding and hugging each other in the officers’ mess。 they didn’t have a clue what the alternative was； but they knew in the abstract they were right。 the problem would not be solved by embracing it。 that was lieutenant blackler’s line。 “if you are in a room with a problem don’t talk to it。” an offhand remark。 singh came towards him and held the statement from another angle。 “then we don’t touch the fuze at all。” once they came up with that； someone worked out the solution in a week。 a steam sterilizer。 one could cut a hole into the main case of a bomb； and then the main explosive could be emulsified by an injection of steam and drained away。 that solved that for the time being。 but by then he was on a ship to italy。
“there is always yellow chalk scribbled on the side of bombs。 have you noticed that？ just as there was yellow chalk scrib…bled onto our bodies when we lined up in the lahore courtyard。
“there was a line of us shuffling forward slowly from the street into the medical building and out into the courtyard as we enlisted。 we were signing up。 a doctor cleared or rejected our bodies with his instruments； explored our necks with his hands。
the tongs slid out of dettol and picked up parts of our skin。
“those accepted filled up the courtyard。 the coded results written onto our skin with yellow chalk。 later； in the lineup； after a brief interview； an indian officer chalked more yellow onto the slates tied around our necks。 our weight； age； district； standard of education； dental condition and what unit we were best suited for。
“i did not feel insulted by this。 i am sure my brother would have been； would have walked in fury over to the well； hauled up the bucket； and washed the chalk markings away。 i was not like him。 though i loved him。 admired him。 i had this side to my nature which saw reason in all things。 i was the one who had an earnest and serious air at school； which he would imitate and mock。 you understand； of course； i was far less serious than he was； it was just that i hated confrontation。 it didn’t stop me doing whatever i wished or doing things the way i wanted to。 quite early on i had discovered the overlooked space op