For anyone who’s served (or loved someone who has), the irony of the title is clear. War is never really over. There are so many brilliant lines:
“You got older than two years in two years.”
“Some of the good times weren’t even that good, they were just not all bad.”
Jolly drops us into a reunion between a returning serviceman and his sweetheart, and then transports us to the same spot decades later where the passage of time yields a new reality that is both crushing and beautiful.

Remarkably tender piece that's deceptively simple.
I'm always happy when a ten-minute play manages to have fully fleshed, grounded roles for all.

What a beautifully crafted piece that perfectly juxtaposes a tender post war reunion with a visit to the same spot 60 years later. In the first instance, we see a young soldier meeting his sweetheart at their favorite park bench, eager to forget his wartime experience In the latter, we see the same fellow unable to remember more than that meeting. This one certainly pulls at your heartstrings. So well done.