Ernest Chapel remembers a time about 4 years ago, with troops fighting in the snow during the Battle of the Bulge. He goes on about snow.
He flashes back further to a day in 1939. Drinking, hangovers, big fat snow flakes falling, and stopping in at a restaurant for a hot bowl of bsoup. Our star of our radio play, John, takes a bowl of soup to a beggar in the street. He learns the beggar has the same name, John Smith.
Later, walking the streets of New York, he bumps into his friend John Smith. They pop into a tavern for a few mugs of ale. They discover similarities in the events of their lives. Eerie similarities. Since the one John Smith is ten years older than the other, it’s almost like knowing what your future holds ten years from now.
Just mundane daily things, until tragedy strikes. Even though the elder John has died, it turns out he left a diary that exposes more similaraties. The younger John doesn’t seem too concerned about it, but with the parallel in lives, and since the elder John is dead, I think I would be a lot more concerned.