Somebody Big

A cramped ten-hour train trip to London had made him stiff and weary. In the Mostyn Club, a Red Cross club for tired soldiers, Sergeant Wilbur Banik of Chicago picked a quiet room, flopped down, shoes and all, and fell fast asleep.

Someone shook him and shouted: "Better get up, Mac, somebody big is coming."

Banik growled, turned over and dozed off again. He was reawakened shortly by a feminine "Hello." A male voice said: "He'll think it's a dream." Banik's eyes blinked, focused, widened. The King & Queen of England smiled back.

In almost one motion Banik jumped to attention and opened his mouth, but nothing much came out. When his composure returned, he had his picture taken with the royal couple, shook hands with the King, acknowledged the Queen's hope that he would enjoy himself in London. That night Sergeant Banik was a man with an audience.

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