A Hunter's Life Lived

<p class=ql-align-justify>In my young life the onslaught was against me of becoming an adult from the day I was born on the 24th of January 1941. The Garmand torpedoed a ship in the harbour in Bridge Town Barbados W I. I was less than a year old when that torpedoes where launched; I would have heard the Explosion. The odds were stacked well against me of making it into adult life. But as I am here I know I've made it this far. I've been lucky and I know my luck. But it wasn't luck alone that got me here. it was hard work and believing in myself and in others who I thought. </p><p class=ql-align-justify>Food was scarce in Barbados when I was growing up due to the German blockade on the island. I was very thankful for the lack of food. it was when my upper body was too heavy for my knees so they went inwards due to the weight. Still I went on to do one of the most challenging courses for young men that men designed. I did P Com and I passed with a few flying colours. I became a regular soldier in the British Army in 1960 having crossed the Atlantic to do just that. I became part of the rebuild. On the other hand the immigrants of England Scotland and Wales thought that we had come to take what was theirs. But I can tell you we already had it taken from us; what was ours?</p><p class=ql-align-justify>Jumping out of an aeroplane was fun but getting there was hard work. In my six years I have jumped over Salisbury Plain in the day and at night and in the deserts of Shaza Middle East. I was a UN soldier in Cyprus. I'm standing on a guard for one of its leaders. The 1960s was a healing time but the wound was not healed. </p><p></p>