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Submit your OwnMy first trip to Pas de Calais
First a smooth ferry crossing, then down from Dunkerque to our friends for a meal. Woke up next day, by the sea in Wimereux! Did the shopping thing, the first day! Next day, Nigel and I walked up to Wimereux cemetery, along rue McCrae. First thought, was of pure...
My first (very) Short Story:
Driving home from a trip up north, having a terrible cold, i noticed i was beginning to doze off. With my brother in tow, already asleep by my side in the passenger seat I decided to stop off at a gas station by the side of the highway. I parked on the unmarked...
My Boyhood
My mother was an actress, dancer and singer on the West End stage in London. She usually performed in musical comedies which were very popular in those days. This was an era before the invention of radio, television, movies etc. Everybody would go to the theatre. My...
My Other Story
( Two years in Pakistan ) During my last few weeks in Calcutta, I received my embarkation orders to proceed back to the UK for demobilization. So I went through a period, once again of bidding farwell to all my many friends that I had made in Calcutta. Sir David Ezra...
Christmas Story
Once upon a time in a plush pad in Neve-never-land there lived an auntie and two ugly birds called Priscilla and Anastasia. Living with them was an au pair called Cheze. Now it seems that one day the auntie, who looked like the back end of Ella Sphiz, (Ella Sphiz, by...
A series of short stories
The ‘Entomologist’ It was a dark and dismal day and New Zealand lived up to its soggy reputation. The driving rain lashed almost horizontally at the building site, driven by a ferocious wind that snaked and curled around the temporary structures causing them to rock...
My career in the Military
TO ALL MY CHILDREN [And Friends} MY CAREER IN THE MILITARY by Guy Cecil During the summer of 1938 there had been talk of war against Hitler due to his demands in Europe. In October we all thought war was about to break out, so I went to the drill hall at Catford on...
Spring
Bobby was really fed up. I mean, he loved Lizzie desperately, with a passion that he had not known he was capable of feeling. Surely he constantly made that obvious in a million ways? Her health was so fragile that he worried incessantly about her, to the extent that...
Cage and crazy heart
It was Kiran’s tenth visit. He wanted a definite answer from Meenu. He asked, “Meenu, how long will we go on like this? You are inside the cage. I am outside. In between there is the iron mesh. We can talk for hours. At the most we can only kiss through the holes of...
Honour Thy Brother
His name was Christopher Gordon Rayment. Born July 2nd he grew into the Rayment regime History Background and was lively full of soul and passion for helping those around him those who needed to laugh, those who needed support and encouragement, those who needed a...