A TOWN NAMED WAR BOY: ATYP After You See The Show: 2018 National Tour | Page 2

Script Page 52-53
Snow
I lie still in bed, and then when
the night arrives, I walk the
corridors with the ghosts of all my
War Boys.
(pause)
In the future, when the sound of
guns is but an echo, I see the
spirits of my comrades in a boat -
with me - out on water. Floating
beyond the beach, still in sight,
but no longer in town.
Searching for a face – a voice in
the darkness. These boys will never
grow older, never leave my side –
we will always be my friends and
the lives that they lived have
given future generations of our
young nation - a deeper
understanding of the word
Patriotism.
Silas war diary, 1914-1916, Ellis Silas, MLMSS 1840, SLNSW