Old Man On The Bridge Summary Novels & Stories

He nods, “I struck out and headed back to the bridge we’d agreed to meet at, and I saw him coming across the bridge from the other side with maybe ten sandwiches in his arms. He looks chuffed to bits. I smile and start walking towards him to help with the sandwiches. There’s this group of kids, maybe eighteen at a push, and they were jostling each other, threatening to throw one of them into the river.

The captain ordered the platoon to stop as they marched to the town's centre. "Spread out into groups", Iowa ordered as she raised her hand sideways, signalling dispersion. The soldiers immediately formed into groups of four, and each went on with their directions. A frail old man approached the captain. Upon first look, he does not look like he means to harm, reaching Iowa slowly and kindly with his wooden cane and curved back. "Miss?" Asked the old man in a soft, weak voice. "Yes, sir?" The people spectating the scene from their balconies held their breath as the old man, and the captain talked to each other.