contempt. âThere is nothing more tranquil than the grave. It is not my intention to repair there in the near future.â He paused and then muttered, âAlthough there are some who would like to hasten such a journey.â
Benson was taken aback by the sudden outburst and wasnât sure how to respond. Churchill suddenly relaxed and took another puff on his cigar, blowing the smoke upward.
âI hadnât planned any meetings with the fourth estate for the time being. But my daughter is quite persuasive. I thought perhaps, in a fair exchange, you might give me some insight into whatâs happening in Washington.â
âBe my pleasure, Mr. Churchill.â
âHow is our new president faring these days?â Churchill asked. âWe did get a chance to know each other in Potsdam. Perhaps if I hadnât attended and stuck to my political last, I might still be living at Number 10.â
A brief shadow of regret seemed to pass over his eyes, dulling them for a moment. He paused, recovering, and then asked cheerfully, âDo you think Mr. Truman has a chance to be elected on his own?â
Benson felt flattered by the question and determined to give the answer his best shot.
âToo early to tell, sir,â Benson said. âHeâs got two years to solidify himself. At the moment, Iâd put him in the political danger zone. There are stirrings on his left and right flank. He may find himself in a real fight. I think it will be a Republican win, although Iâm only speculating. The bomb thing gave him heft, but most pundits think his days are numbered in the White House.â
âHazardous business, politics.â
He shrugged and looked upward as if consulting a muse.
âPolitics is almost as exciting as war and quite as dangerous. In war, you can only be killed once but in politics many times.â He shook his head and smiled. âI do admire the man. Took a lot of gumption to make that decision to drop the bomb. Franklin might have done it, although one canât be certain, but it was Truman after all who gave the order. The destruction it wrought was beyond belief. Truman was told about its frightening power, and it certainly did get the attention of the Japanese warlords. To his everlasting credit, that decision finished the war in the East. Indeed, many a parent or wife or sweetheart or child of an Allied soldier owe the man a debt of gratitude.â
âTo you as well, sir.â
âYou think so, Benson? In their wisdom, the British public thought otherwise.â
âHistory will be a better judge, sir.â
âCan one depend on the judgment of history? I have found that a contemporary outlook far different than our own always determines history. History might judge Mr. Truman as a brutal murderer of thousands of innocents in a horrific
Götterdämmerung
. And I? Already there are rumblings that I am responsible for the destruction of Dresden. As if what their bombers did to Coventry and London was playacting. Without the passion of our desperate struggle, how would it be possible for future historians to summon up the raw emotion of our time? They will look at our struggle through the wrong end of the telescope. Perhaps even Hitler will be cleansed of his legacy of evil. Indeed, people might say he didnât finish the job of the so-called final solution.â
âYouâre being very pessimistic, sir.â
âNot really. Even revisions get revised.â
Benson knew he had to steer the conversation beyond the historical. His editor had given him a specific assignment. With time fleeting, he plunged ahead.
âTell me about what youâll be doing and saying at Westminster College in March,â Benson said, hoping he was being casual and only mildly interested.
His mind had focused on a quote he had read on the train, attributed to Edward R. Murrow, saying that Churchill had âmarshaled the power of words and
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