The war was now over, and Stuart was in church with his mother, Rachael. His father was long gone now and his mother sat in a pew alone, praying, while young little Stuart played with his toy model of a B17 Flying Fortress. Stuart may not have known it at the time, but his father's death would forever scar him inside, adding the very first brick in his future wall of isolation.
Daddy's flown across the ocean.
Leaving just a memory.
A snapshot in the family album.
Daddy, what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what'd ya leave behind for me?!
All in all it was Just a brick in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
After the church visit, Rachael sent young Stuart to go play at the park. Stuart did not know what he should do, no one was there to help him, so he went to the first adult he could find, a man helping his kid get on the merry-go-round. He tugged on his coat, and the man looked down, "Yes?" he asked. "Could you get me up there?" little Stuart asked pointing at the Merry-go-round timidly. "Where's your mum?" the man asked. "She's at the shops" little Stuart responded, and the man said, "Okay than" and lifted him onto the Merry-go-round. "There, having fun?" he asked, and Stuart nodded his head, now he knew more what to do and was a little more confidant. The man and his kid went to the slide and little Stu followed and went down the slide after the kid. Then he saw the kid and his father walk off, and Stu decided to hold the dad's hand as if he were the man's own kid. "Hey, get off...I said get off!" he said shooing Stu away as he walked off. Stu then decided to go to the swingset and swing, but when he got on, he couldn't swing, he didn't know how. He looked over and saw other kids being pushed by their parents, and he felt sad that his father was not there...
