He was a soldier.
Crossed half the Sahara on foot.
Never forgot to mention how everyone in that group licked their lips anytime someone took a leak.
The bullet burn on his scalp was soon visible as his hair began to thin and a question on that scar would see him proudly launch into the ethics of warfare …
“There are certain rules a side observes and one of these is to never shoot at someone’s back. But the enemy didn’t have any such code of ethics. They actually shot when I wasn’t facing them!
And when the self righteous cries died down, he would whisper with a twinkle in his eye…I wasn’t facing them because I was running for my life!!!
:)
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Thought this was about the sheep's eye when u started.
do that one also no!
you should give this series a fancy name !:)
You knew/know someone who served in the British Indian Army during WW2 then.
North Africa.. Fighting Rommel's troops or the Italians..
I knew somebody who later served in the Indian Army who fought in the 8th division against the German's.
Stories of valour are amazing over a whisky 20 years after a war, but I know I would have gone AWOL pretty quickly...
Z
I am quite liking your protagonist Arch.
Thanks thath...i had actually forgotten about that one!
Wanderlust...am open to suggestions :)
zak : u r psyching me out with all this info...and hey...this doesnt really qualify for a story of valour, does it? ;) but there is actually one coming up in the next post...
Roopa : u have excellent taste ;)
Oh, of course it does.. but lets keep it simple, eh?
Look forward to the next one.
Z
ps: Was any of my info right in context of your protagonist?
Arch, there is a little something for you in my blog. Can you please check it out when you get time :)?
coming from you, am truly honoured roopa....:) thank you !!
what are these links zak? and dont know about the info you gave honestly. what freaked me out was actually the fact that i never bothered to check!!
Those links are mood footprints, Arch.. giving a background score to my comments:)
Zak
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