Let's Go For A Walk_The Summoning Ceremony_Lost in Translation_The Nightmare Ride: A TNR Tale
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Let's Go For A Walk
WARNING: Mild profanity. ‘Okay, gentlemen, let’s go for a walk.’ Sgt Lewis stood in the doorway of what was once a barn. Three, wooden-slatted walls survived, as did the majority of the hay bales that were stored there, but the roof had gone and so had the gable end. The hay bales were now makeshift beds for the eighteen men of Alpha Troop. The most comfort they had experienced since landing in Normandy eight days earlier. Our job was to blow up the bridge at Pont-l'Évêque, over the river Touques to slow the German retreat and allow the soldiers of 13th Parachute Battalion to pick them off. I ...
The Summoning Ceremony
"Something just brushed up against my leg, Tish, I think it was a spider.""I swear Jak, if The Elders hear us, a spider is going to be the least of your problems.""I can't see anything, there's too many leaves and bushes in the way."With a swift hack of her machete, Tish cleared a line of sight from the dense overgrowth. "Thanks.""You can thank me by shutting your trap. Look, the ceremony is starting."A drum beat began to pound in the clearing and a collective hum could be heard buzzing in the air."First comes the song to gain her attention."The humming grew louder, developing into harmonious ...
Lost in Translation
Before arriving in China, the reality of experiencing a significant language difficulty never entered my mind. I truly believed everyone spoke English - if not fluently - enough for the essentials to be understood. Previously I’d worked in a zoo in Malaysia and had experienced no communication difficulties at all. Of course, this was because an English charity had set up my placement in the zoo and an English speaker looked after me. But, taxi drivers in Kuala Lumpur could communicate tolerably well in English, and the vast Shopping Malls were a doddle. The only slight disaster I almost had ...
The Nigwww.onedoor.cchtmare Ride: A TNR Tale
There were at least a hundred of us. Tricked by a can of tuna and trapped in spring-loaded cages. Within hours we were loaded into a trailer pulled by a big white truck. When the door closed, a small light came on and despair set it.The truck fired up, the trailer lurched and Cindy, a lovely white cat from D Street, let out a yowl. Gravel, then pavement and we were off.I was sure I knew every cat in town but I was wrong. There were cats of every ilk from streets and courts and avenues that I had never heard of. And as we glided down the highway, a slow simmering dread filled the space. We ha...