by Jenny Martin | Apr 16, 2009 | Stories
Jack sat up in bed his unseeing eyes staring ahead, his dream-strangled cry fading to nothing. When he reached for the warm comfort of his sleeping wife, as he’d done for fifty-odd years after one of his nightmares, there was only the cold white sheet. You’re a crazy...
by Jenny Martin | Apr 16, 2009 | Stories
Yvette walked around the war memorial pausing to read the names on each panel. Some were familiar but the name she sought was not among them. What had become of Papa? Had he been shot for mutiny? Or cowardice? Or desertion? She sank down on the seat that encircled the...
by Martin Clark | Apr 15, 2009 | Stories
Thirty feet of blood soaked tarmac separated the head from the body. I didn’t hear the explosion that threw me and the head across the road, you never do. Just the shockwave, that tosses you like a discarded wrapper, and slams you into the ground. Belfast was tumbling...
by John Knight | Apr 15, 2009 | Stories
He leaned on the broken down perimeter fence, and gazed across the deserted airfield. In the distance to the south west he could make out the old group H.Q. buildings, now occupied by a construction company. To his right toward the north stood what was left of the...
by David Nicholls | Apr 15, 2009 | Stories
December. Aden 1965. An aggressively hot and dusty place surrounded by harsh grey mountains and arid tracts of sandy desert. A place too, where the hatred of the local populace for us British servicemen was a palpable force daily translated into acts of murder and...
by John Knight | Apr 15, 2009 | Stories
The wind was cold as it blew across the bleak airfield, and the rain drizzled from a darkening sky. We stood under the bombers wing in a forlorn group, eight youngsters out of merry quips. The false laughter of bravado had died away as we suddenly found that we needed...
