“I WILL REMEMBER THEM’, butt WILL YOU REMEMBER ME

“WE SHALL REMEMBER THEM”……….but WILL

YOU REMEMBER ME?

“Where am I, what am I, I didn’t have four legs

before,

and I was in a plane, and I was fighting in a war”!

“Yes, that’s right, but my plane was shot down,

and I was trapped inside,

‘and so’ I couldn’t escape, to find somewhere to

hide”;

“I would see petrol, and then I would see fire,

and it would soon be time, for my life to expire“!!

The plane eventually exploded, and that was

my end,

but hopefully not for the World, that I tried to

defend”?

Being a human being is not as easy as it would seem, there are many negatives, threats and dangers to having this honour!

The task of recycling has been an achievable responsibility for many years, but it’s been achieved in nature for millions of years!

We come from animals, and we might return to life again, firstly as an animal, and their treatment often shocks, appalls and upsets me- “how would you feel if you saw an animal cruelly beaten, starved and uncared for, and you would later learn that that animal had the spirit and soul of one of your favourite relatives?

These personal views were believed for many years, before I went into a deep coma, and then they would soon be endorsed! ‘I’ believe that how the human race treats animals will affect that human in the future!

There would be many, who might agree with my words, and this view may only be believed if you near death, or you actually, ‘albeit briefly’, die!

So my confusion is not only with my body, but also

with my tone,

because it’s repetitive and loud, and you always moan”!

When the ‘Good Lord above’(“via my Mum and Dad”) created me, it must have been during a time when the issuing of brain cells was very strictly rationed! “I had my ‘little portion’- “and then I had my ration of brain cells, which were adequate, up until the age of four years”!

I think that the beginning of this rationing began with my eldest brother, then to my elder brother, before I got ‘what was left”! I think though, that my elder brother, ‘somehow’, got less than me, ……… “much less”! I also have two brothers younger than me, but they haven’t suffered, so perhaps this rationing was just between the three eldest, and this rationing was slowly being ‘phased out’ after the Second World War?

Tales of my infancy would give me the impression that I was a happy little boy, who was of very little trouble, and there were no concerns with my mental capacity ……….. “and thankfully, not even after I received a severe head injury ‘about four or five years later’, which would alter my life for ever!

We had been, dramatically, surprisingly and very suddenly uprooted from our big detached house in Surrey, to begin a new life in Cornwall, but this was via a few weeks at my Nannas’ house, that was on the ‘outskirts’ of London, and it had a very busy, noisy and nasty road alongside of it, and it was also remembered for having an abundance of black ants, that regularly swarmed over the rockery, and then all over my Grandads strawberry plants!

We stayed at our Nannas’ and Grandads’ house for an extended time, before a noisy spitting train would take us down to Cornwall, where we would begin a new life in the South West part of Cornwall, and where our rented cottage was situated, which was in a very coastal town, ‘in fact’, only the front door, and the noisy, twisty road separated the dark interior of our little cottage, from the abundance of light and adventure outside, which mostly came from the small containment of the seaside harbour, or the never ending stretch of the ‘yellowish’ sands, that would give us safety, and peace from the traffic, and we were seemingly free of any danger playing on the beach!

We were yet to learn about the many dangers of the sea, and the sea’s cruel temperament!

“The sea can be flat, and it can be of calm blue,

but don’t be fooled, because it can quickly change on you”!

From blue to grey, and from grey to grim,

the waves become high, and you’ll struggle to swim!

The ‘under-currents’ are surprising, and you can soon be gone,

and the swim back to the shore can be drastically long.!

The sand’s not always golden, and it’ll depend upon the water, and, also

the tide,

but there’s freedom and beauty in the countryside!

The seaweed is plentiful, and we’re glad when it’s gone,

because the local farmers spread it on their fields, and the stench is

so strong!

‘Beach goers’ really like those farmers, who remove it from the sand,

even though it does smell worse, when it’s spread across the farmland!

If you don’t favour the beach, then there’s the Countryside to see,

and it’s plentiful and scenic, and ‘best of all’, it’s mostly free!

“Only adults have the worries, the stresses and the strife,

whilst the children play quite happily, and continue with their

life”,

But, “don’t be fooled, and some of us are not as tough as you’d

like to think,

we don’t understand the ‘boy meets girl’, marriage and the

complication with babies link”!

Our new home would not feature any of the grandeur that we had had before, and there no identical facilities, and definitely not the space, because the little patch of garden was only available to see, if you climbed up a small concrete cluster of steps, but the garden wasn’t worth our efforts to view it anyway, because it was a mixture of weeds and very low quality grass, that was on a steep incline that went downhill towards our cottage, and those very wet and rainy days in the winter, when it was a very wet outdoor affair, would sometimes become an indoor problem, which would confine us to upstairs living for a while, and that wasn’t ideal, because we only had an outdoor toilet!

My elder brothers, temporarily joined the local primary school, but I was not yet old enough, and we would soon be moving to a new home anyway, which would be even less grand, because it would be in a small caravan, which was actually built to comfortably accommodate 2 or 3 people, but on this occasion it would have to ‘magically expand’ to accommodate 5, but ‘soon to be’, 6 of us!

The upset of moving without my Dad, would stun me, and I became shy and slightly withdrawn, and that personality change would last for many years! In the early years of the 1970’s, this part of the country had not been exposed to modern culture, nor any modern trends, and to our relatives, who resided in the Capital of England, we were now ‘Country ‘Yokels’, who, apparently, still lived their lives in candlelight, had diets that were restricted to potatoes and turnips, and only drove tractors, and if the tractor was needed to drive the family about, then the addition of a trailer could be added!

Our first caravans’ only luxury would be ‘that it had windows’, and my Mum would encourage us to vacate the caravan on a daily basis- ‘unless it was raining really, really, really hard! Then ‘us’ 3 boys became a hindrance, because our Mum, who remained inside with our baby brother, and she would feel inconvenienced if we couldn’t play outside, but it had to be raining really, really, really hard, and the wind wouldn’t blow us away!

We had been through the upset of my parents divorcing, and for a little boy of four years, then it was quite upsetting, and it felt like you weren’t wanted, like you were defective and like I was part of the cause for them now being apart!

So, my Mum had 3 little boys to bring down to Cornwall, and a newborn baby boy, and supposedly we would be entertained with a different adventure every day!

Several years had elapsed, and entertaining ourselves was our responsibility! I was playing happily, with my eldest brother in the stream, when I heard his piercing and his struggle to hold onto……… TO BE CONTINUED