by Pam Pattison | Mar 9, 2009 | Stories
Overnight, the wind had risen again, colder this time, carrying the threat of even more rain. Most of the passengers were seeking warmth and shelter below decks, leaving the determined and the downright foolish to face what crew members called the South Atlantic...
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...
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 Roland Gardner | Mar 2, 2009 | Stories
I last saw my Father in February 1944. Dad was a bricklayer – plenty of work for him at that time –building air raid shelters had been his main job since 1938 – I could just remember seeing him, ably helped by Mum, building a blast wall to protect the entrance to our...
by Bob Jenkins | Feb 16, 2009 | Stories
Serving as a Royal Military Police NCO in the British Sector of West Berlin was still quite something, even in the early eighties. For a start, compared to other postings, we went on duty mob handed – which was a novelty. There were two NCOs to patrol the Berlin Wall,...
by Bob Jenkins | Feb 12, 2009 | Stories
My friend Gordon was a RAF conscript during National Service. When it comes to swapping yarns with him, I can generally hold my own, but this one was a proper Brahma: “In the summer of 1959, twenty four of us from my Squadron were picked to go to Canada as ground crew...
