by Ashley Roden | Apr 10, 2009 | Stories
Major Jim Blackburn leant back in the canvas chair. His elbow rested on a wooden bench made of local Afghan plywood so dry it was almost desiccated. He looked at the cards in his hand. The three and four of clubs, the eight of spades, nine of diamonds and the jack of...
by Ashley Roden | Mar 27, 2009 | Stories
At last we had been fully equipped and trained, and were now the Guards Armoured Devision, and rearing to go into battle, with all our new supplies of Tanks, Planes fighters ,bombers, and gliders, we could now face our enemies on at least equal terms. Eventually the...
by Ashley Roden | Mar 23, 2009 | Stories
As a member of the Guards Armoured Division and advancing through Holland this incident occurred and which I still experience today. Having reached our objective for the day, we settled down for the night in and around a small farm. Everyone dug in, or selected safe...
by Ashley Roden | Mar 5, 2009 | Stories
Its not that I don’t like cats, it’s more like well cats not liking me. I do like them and if they would just tolerate me, I would love to do the same for them. Having said that I suppose cat lovers everywhere will be yelling for my blood. So please allow me to put my...
by Ashley Roden | Sep 24, 2008 | Stories
London was seething with excitement, crowds filled pavements and open spaces , all determined to enjoy the occasion, laughing and joking with the Policemen as they waited for the big moment, and asking impossible questions in many languages, it was like being on a...
