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Submit your OwnSnow Boots
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....
History
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...
A shaft of Sunlight
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...
Henry’s Star
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...
A charmed life
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...
RAF/RN Rivalvry..from a military forum
( 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...
Between the lines
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...
Rats
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...
It’s not that I don’t like cats
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...
The treasure hunt
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...