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The Deep Black Shadow

April 15, 2010 by  
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The doorway filled with a deep black shadow, and the great figure of the huge grey stallion entered the small stable, head held high, nostrils flared, sniffing the air, seeking out whatever had invaded his space. In the hayrack above the manger the small boy drew back in fear as the huge animal ambled up, […]

The Army Knows Best

April 15, 2010 by  
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Whilst stationed in Gibraltar, I decided that marching was not really the way my career in the Army should be directed. I would be much better off in the Motor Transport section – riding was preferable to walking. One day a notice appeared stating that corporals were required for transfer to other duties, any one […]

Snow Angels – Anchor Books, Saga in 50 words

April 15, 2010 by  
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Deep snow,shattered thigh,bleeding, strength ebbing.– ten miles out from safety.”Wait here! pick up on return”. Alone facing death, unconscious—Soft hands lifting. wounds cleaned bandaged,warm fire,hot drinks,sleep. Comrades return. “Who helped you?”- “Snow Angels”. “Delirious ?”. No tracks… Expert bandaging – fire- Ancient ones believed..Perhaps”…

Sandringham Duty

April 15, 2010 by  
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During that beautiful sunny summer in the early days of the War, the Welsh Guards had the pleasant duty of providing the guards for the Royal Family, whilst they enjoyed their summer break at their Sandringham Home, in the county of Norfolk. This provided a pleasant change from the continuous training designed to bring the […]

Reading The River

April 15, 2010 by  
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Lulled to sleep by the pleasant murmur of the river as it prattled and chortled over the shallows, the two boys slept the sleep of the young. Their makeshift camp, just an old scrap of tarpaulin held up by a stick at each corner, enabled them to look out in every direction, for it had […]

Poacher Bill, A Wheel Barrow and a Wedding.

April 15, 2010 by  
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These things seem unconnected yet they sort of happened at about the same time, as always with Bill things sort of happened. Working in my garden one sunny afternoon the old Landrover chugged up, and with what sounded like a big sigh of relief the chugging stopped, and a cheery voice asked ” What you […]

Poacher Bill

April 15, 2010 by  
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Old Bill a Cotswold man, born and bred to country ways, lived in a beautiful little hamlet, not far from Burford the gateway to the Cotswolds. He lived in a little cottage with a charming old world front garden, which his wife tended creating a glorious mix of brilliant coloured flowers. Bill’s domain was the […]

Operation Appendix – Underpass

April 15, 2010 by  
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The Doctor spun his reassuring spiel “Appendix–nothing to it these days, just as simple as pulling a tooth”. Now that was the last thing I wanted to hear, but then how could he have known that his patient, recently discharged from Military service having served throughout the war at Dunkirk, and the Continental invasion, had […]

Management

April 15, 2010 by  
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I recently received a story from my Grandson – he works at one of Britain’s most famous Universities, which perhaps sheds light on what some students are studying. This is in fact one of the many E mail jokes, which appear to escape from Universities. A man in a hot air baloon realised he was […]

Leaving The Cup And Saucer Tree

April 15, 2010 by  
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In the middle of all this enjoyable childhood, sudden disaster. My father lost his job on the estate and of course, no job, no house. A move followed and, although it was only about four miles to the adjoining village of Trefeglwys, it seemed another world. The house itself was a station house, Pwll Glas […]

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