by Joanne Hall | Mar 20, 2009 | Stories
The German soldiers arrived with the sunset, marching into the yard in a wavering line. They stood waiting while their commander spoke to Svetlana’s father. She peeped around the door frame, watching them. How straight they stood, how proud in their ragged uniforms....
by Sam Szanto | Mar 19, 2009 | Stories
My Dad is silent. His dark eyes are fixed on the flickering images; a new, Hollywood version. In his well-worn chair in the corner of the lounge, he watches his family’s story, split apart by advert breaks. I watch him, wondering what he feels. My Dad rarely speaks to...
by Straw Walker | Mar 19, 2009 | Stories
It was the photograph that did it. An ordinary holiday snap of the coastline. But it was the shaft of light breaking through the winter clouds, focusing on that patch of sea that set the memories pouring back. Even in those far gone difficult days, most did what they...
by Mrs Denise Fuller | Mar 16, 2009 | Stories
Henry’s daddy was an airman who often had to spend time away from home and sometimes had to go to foreign countries to help all the brave men and women that were trying to make the world a better place for everyone to live. This particular year, his daddy, whose name...
by Tony Manell | Mar 9, 2009 | Stories
The drawer was stiff from lack of use, but opened with a squeak when Helen tugged it. The ensuing familiar waft of lavender brought vivid memories of her late grandmother as Helen found the bundle of envelopes she was seeking, pushed to the back, and tied with a faded...
by Unknown | Mar 9, 2009 | Stories
( Found on a Military Forum ) 5-Feb-09 14:49 NEWTON Current weather conditions have reminded me of a story doing the rounds in, I think, the mid-70s. Apparently, RN ratings at an RAF base (Phantom squadron at Leuchars?) in similar conditions built a snowman, which a...
