Leaving Butlins We were in basic training for a month, at times it seemed endless, at others it passed quickly. How we felt was a barometer of what was happening, how interested we were or what Chalky White was putting us through in the rain.. A week to ten days before our departure we had… Continue reading Royal Navy, 1941 to 46 in order, Leaving Butlins for Newcaste.
Month: July 2007
Royal Navy 1941 to ’46, in order, Butlins.
The New Boys We spent the first month at Butlins Holiday camp at Skegness which had been renamed HMS Royal Arthur and sounded in our ears like an aircraft carrier. Inevitably the result was that Smith and some others were able to give rein to their fantasies in the local pubs, not realising that the… Continue reading Royal Navy 1941 to ’46, in order, Butlins.
Royal Navy 1941 to ’46, in order, First Day In The navy
The Chameleon Theory Seven years old, now inured to Africa, I adopted a chameleon. We watched one another, daily, although it mostly watched insects – as dinner – from a bush beside the front door. I was enthralled by the stillness of this ugly creature, its strange jerky movements, and the speed of the rapier-like… Continue reading Royal Navy 1941 to ’46, in order, First Day In The navy
The Futility of Terrorism
Having lived with terrorism for close on 40 years, and still living with it, having been threatened and held up by terrorists, including youngsters with Molotov cocktails, I have thought about it repeatedly. To some extent, I can understand internecine terrorism, even if I think it’s futile, but international terrorism seems pointless. The only people… Continue reading The Futility of Terrorism