by Mike Rogers | Apr 26, 2009 | Stories
‘Dear Mam, I am bulling my boots’ ‘Dear Son, Why are you bulling your boots?’ ‘Dear Mam, I am bulling my boots because the Sergeant says that I must’ ‘Dear Son, Why does the sergeant say that you must?’ ‘Dear Mam, Because he is a bastard’ ‘Dear Son, you should not say...
by Mike Rogers | Mar 25, 2009 | Stories
Silent noise may be an oxymoron but if you wish to experience it go to Alrewas. On a calm, sunny day with the Armed Forces Memorial gleaming in the sun like a Greek temple the silent beat of a million marching feet forces itself into your consciousness. Each memorial...
by Mike Rogers | Mar 8, 2009 | Stories
Lieutenant Reginald Arthur Riley R.A. sometime lecturer in English at a teacher training college in Cheltenham gazed through his binoculars at the small town standing on a low hill above the winding, tree-lined tributary of the River Lys. Beside him his Bombardier was...
