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AN EYE FOR AN EYE by Marion Twyman

“What the whole lot, the whole sixty five thousand? You’ve got to be joking”. As David said it, he knew deep in his heart that it was not a joke. His brother, Graham, the vicar of St Williams, was distraught, … Continue reading

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CHAPTER SEVEN OF SPLINTERS FROM A PERSONAL LOG

TWELVE OF THE BEST Within two years of joining the navy, I had the chance to serve on a ship based in the Far East at Singapore. “That’s for me,” I chortled. “The Far East and its mysteries.” I lost … Continue reading

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Chapter six. Splinters from a personal log – THE CONCRETE CORVET

On the 15th of May, 1950, I strode down Chatham high street to meet my destiny. Taking a deep breath, I entered the Royal Navy recruiting office. “How soon can I join?” I asked the officer sitting at a desk … Continue reading

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CHAPTER FIVE of Splinters from a Personal Log THE EGYPT EXPERIENCE

After the unfortunate incident of the tea party, the relationship between Lorna and me drifted into the doldrums. Neither of us knew quite what to do.

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Chapter 2 – the Baby of the Family by Philip Mansfield

Greenwich – the mid 1930s As far as I could ascertain, the family moved to Greenwich in about 1934, it may well have been earlier, but whenever it was, I did not recall the move at all. My first recollections … Continue reading

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I WISH I HAD SEEN by Marion Twyman

I wish I had seen the inside of the café before I went in. It was raining hard and very cold, and there was half an hour before my bus was due, so, seeing the word ‘CAFÉ’ on the condensation-fogged … Continue reading

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CHAIN REACTION by Marion Twyman.

I was beginning to dread the postman calling, there had been four of the letters over the past fortnight, and I was very, very frightened. They were all the same, a plain white envelope with a typed address label stuck … Continue reading

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HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL by Marion Twyman

Another Monday morning at Dobsons Cardboard Ltd. Mr Mayberry, the Chief Accountant, ambled into his secretary, Sheila’s office. ‘Morning Sheila, – good weekend ? I’ve just seen Sir Norman in the lift, he’s just had a productive weekend golfing. Guess … Continue reading

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SPLINTERS FROM A PERSONAL LOG BY TOM PARR

CHAPTER 4 WHEN TESTOSTERONE RULED When I joined a youth club in 1945 that was held in the Methodist Church hall, I stepped slap bang into the middle of a silent cold war. The Reverend wanted to open the meetings … Continue reading

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SPLINTERS FROM A PERSONAL LOG BY THOMAS PARR

CHAPTER THREE MIND THE MINE! There’s a tree in the meadow, with a landmine lurking nearby. It shouldn’t have been there. It was the year of our Lord 1944, and Germany was still dropping assorted bombs on Britain, and parachuting … Continue reading

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