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Dreamtime
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526 of 529  Thu 28th Feb 2019 12:02pm  
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On 28th Feb 2019 11:49am, Midland Red said: O M G Oh my
Ditto MR. An absolute disgrace messing a patient around like that. Angry Angry
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527 of 529  Sat 2nd Mar 2019 11:50am  
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FACT. When the lorry finally stopped, and we clambered down, we saw an old fortress/castle, at least 800 years old. This was to be our home for the next two weeks. It was only about 10 am but the sun burnt down from a cloudless sky. This colossal grey stone fortress stood about thirty feet high, the top row had gaps about a foot wide, at one corner a massive square tower rising at least sixty feet into the sky was built half in and half out of the wall. The door was little more than a postern door. My friends groaned. The whole stood on a rock base - on the far side was a sandy beach before the sea. Inside, engineers had placed an army hut, electric generator, a huge water tank and everything we needed. We each claimed a camp bed in the hut, officer and NCOs camped in the built in rooms on the far wall. Worn stone steps climbed the wall to the parapet, inside the tower another set led to a room and the parapet. Here we would set up a look-out post, with machine gun and small searchlight, where we would operate a three man team, on four hour shifts - the rest of the time we would relax, read, write or swim. My childhood dream come true. We learnt that this had once been a biblical port called Ashkelon, and about two hundred yards away was an outdoor museum of artefacts in a rocky shale hollow. About 3/4 days, a friend and I visited this, but my friend was moaning about a new rookie that was a pain in the butt, and had been caught cheating at cards, and he was threatening to damage the guy. There was a small iron ring hanging almost loose on a spindle. He took a rock and prised it off. Inside there was an inscription we could not read. Suddenly there was a shout and whistles blowing, then a guy appeared on the rim of the crater, beckoning at us. My friend threw the ring at the spindle, knocking it over. He then stood it upright, placed the ring back and joined me heading for the top of the rim. There had been a fatal accident with two of the new rookies. The guy he had been threatening had been killed. Outside there were Military Police, a meat wagon, and a lot of confusion. The padre was leaving in a jeep with an MP driver. He spotted me. I thought he was about to stop, but they swept away in front of the ambulance. I had done numerous religious tours with the padre so he knew me personally. Our group were sent back to camp and replaced by others. Two days later we were on parade at his funeral. One of the pallbearers lowering the rope with coffin stepped back, disappeared in a newly dug grave behind him - this upset the balance, the coffin nosedived into the grave, the union jack slid down, and it was macabre. A few weeks later and my friend was in a motor accident and died. We buried him a few graves away from the other guy. FICTION. The guy had held the ring in his hand at the time he threatened the guy, who died that instant. He had then thrown it down, the spindle had tilted (like the coffin), he had then discarded the ring. The inscription in the ring said "Whatever the holder of this ring asks will be done, whoever holds this ring and discards it will die an unseemly death".
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Kaga simpson
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528 of 529  Thu 7th Mar 2019 1:49pm  
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Many years ago there lived in King Street a well-to-do manufacturer, who had a hasty disposition. In an excitable moment he struck one of his female workers, who summoned him for assault. He pleaded not guilty. She threatened him that something heavy would fall at his door for saying so. The manufacturer went home with a friend and whilst they were standing outside the house talking over the case, there chanced to come along the street a very large boiler, drawn by six dray horses, going to be placed in some works in Bedworth. When the dray were opposite them, the wheels gave way under the weight onto the ground, the boiler rolled towards them. In a state of alarm they just had time to jump out the way.
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Kaga simpson
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529 of 529  Sun 10th Mar 2019 11:51am  
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In the distance the risen sun was kissing the highest peaks of the mountains. The tortuous shale strewn road turned treacherous to the screaming tyres, a narrow winding road, plunging gorges into the yawning darkness below. The cold mountain air whipped the padre's coat, who sat beside me. We had removed our berets. "Did Moses really climb these mountains to accept the words of God?" whirled through my mind. Two eagles spiralled skywards. The padre had an invitation to some religious meeting in Jerusalem that would last about an hour, he would then take a few of us on a religious tour in the Holy City. We would normally have been in an Army lorry, but today we were driven in two jeeps by Military Police, two to each jeep, who also had orders to visit Jerusalem. As we descended the mountain, pools where river warblers sang, goldfinch with rose-coloured breast, and gaily coloured fish swam. The MP's dropped the padre at his destination, then we three at the YMCA. They then sped off. The city was packed with visitors and our escort police were now on full alert as they left us. About an hour later the padre joined us. He looked as though he had been deeply shocked, an uneasiness about him. We commenced our tour of the old city wall - the stark massive wall rose about 30ft, a grey stone barricade, looked as if it could have restrained a number of tanks. It still had little damage or marks on the length still standing (about half a mile). All around were pieces of stone laying as if for a thousand years no one had been near. We then toured the Temple Mount site of Solomon. Our time was up, we returned to the YMCA, joined the two jeeps and returned over the mountains, 40-45 miles back to camp. On the journey back the padre confided in me. The meeting had been attended by world religious leaders, museum, and others. A number of ancient priceless parchments had been discovered in some mountain caves. Religions of all types were now responsible for sharing these scrolls to the world. The contents had yet to be fully known, and studied, before all was known.
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