The Combine Died, The Lights Came, And Then The Combine Started Again
A quarter of a million pounds of machinery went dead in a field at 01:20, and my father would not talk about it for the rest of his life.
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Swear It Happened — CASE FILE #311
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I was nineteen and riding in the cab with my father because I was cheap labour and because I liked it.
The combine died. Everything — engine, lights, dash, the radio he kept on for company. Not a stall. A death. The kind of silence that makes your ears ring.
He said a word I will not repeat and reached for the key, and then he stopped reaching, because the field had gone the colour of a photograph.
There were two lights. I would say they were three fields away, but distance at night in flat country is a lie, so honestly: they were somewhere. They were low. They were the size of a coin held at arm's length, and they were the colour that a lightbulb goes when it is about to fail — that yellowy-white, almost pink at the edge.
They moved together, and they crossed, and I mean they crossed each other, like two people passing on a stair. Then they were one light. Then they were gone.
The whole thing, I would say, was under a minute.
The combine started on the first turn of the key.
My father drove to the end of the row, shut it down properly, and got out and stood at the gate for about a quarter of an hour with his back to me, and I did not follow him, because I was nineteen and not brave.
He never spoke about it. Not the next morning, not that Christmas, not once in twenty-two years. When I brought it up at his sixtieth, in front of my uncle, he looked at me with an expression I did not know he had and said, "Not at the table."
He is dead now. I looked for a diary. Farmers keep diaries. His has one entry that is not about weather or yields, on the correct date, and it says: "STOPPED. STARTED. SAY NOTHING TO THE BOY."
He wrote that on the night. He wrote it about me.
That is the part I cannot get past. Not the lights. The fact that his first instinct was to protect me from a thing he had already decided he understood.
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