Corporal B and Me
Even though, we were both on the same side ..
Corporal B clearly hated me
and made my life a total misery for as long
as I knew him and believe me ..
Fourteen months is a long time indeed to be
hated and bullied by anyone ..
For what it’s worth, I began to crack in twelve ..
and think it may well have been
about the same time, he shoved me from the
back of a barrage balloon that
he first got to me and I began, to imagine all
kinds of peculiar things ..
Like maybe, he didn’t care for me too much,
or when he threw me twice from
a reconditioned Andover troop training craft
at thirteen thousand feet ..
Anyway, having thus spent his entire life as a
bully, perhaps no one would
blame me surely, for wiring his car to look like,
he was on some IRA cell, hit list ..
Ha, me and my mate Monty both got fifteen days
jankers, for that sweet pay back ..
But boy, was it worth it and get this folks, I bought
myself back into civvy street
pretty soon afterwards and although, I may not have
been that much of a real hero ..
All the lads back at flight HQ cheered and saluted me
while being marched off the premises ..
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Neville (
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Good write N. I too began to crack at 12 - minutes after marrying KP, that is! lol.
Thanks .. seems she had a lucky break then .. and still probably counting her blessings ..
After 12 minutes she put me in this hutch and closed the door.
That can’t be fiction at all! 🙏🏻🕊️
it most assuredly aint .. thanks for feeling it my way .. Neville
So Beetle Bailey got to corporal… mmm… whodda known…
There are bullies in every walk of society but give them a uniform and it takes it to a different level, and this the worst kind of bullying, a captive audiance no escape, twenty four/seven, he probably got off likely with just the car stunt, enjoyed the read
You bet .. bless you my friend .. you are a credit to the term understanding .. Neville
Thank you
A great story in poem format Neville. As a child from 6 to 12 was bullied by a neighbor. Until finally fought him in front of a school crowd and lost. But following this he came to me and asked to be my friend, He came to me for help with homework through high school. The standing up not the winning seems to be the issue in this poem as well. Although not at all the same the standing up is the key to how one feels about themselves and that is to me the key. When you feel good about yourself others will follow. A poem of raw openness
Thanks mate am glad we are on the same side 😎👍
You survived....
Carry on Sir!
Very much enjoyed, Neville.
Thanks Dave .. I appreciate that .. Neville
What a satisfying and positive outcome here Neville. Corporal B was a right mean bar steward. You though, deserved all the cheers and salutes you got from your mates. Did you ever see the 1965 version of The Hill? When I read your poem, my
mind drifted to that film, it also drifted to events earlier this week, well covered in the media. I smiled at your account of his car being wired up. Naughty, but very nicely done.
This one had been gnawing at me for more years than I care to recount .. it's not perfect by any means, but it is accurate .. No I have not seen the film you mention but will look into it .. Thank you Cassie .. Neville
Bullies do get their comeuppance in time Neville.
Andy
Indeed .. thank you ..
Excellent write Nevilie
............................................................ Cheers 👍
You're welcome
For all the movies which culled our hearty laughter, you've handily rendered the same in a tidy little pretty number which conjures images aplenty, sitting here daintily on the blank page. Gorgeous and deliciously rendered with delightful imagery and a rather disturbing poignancy. Thank you so very much for sharing. You, oh you!
Many thanks for visiting this little scribble Missy .. I still occasionally get the odd flashback back to circa 19 something .. Neville
Superb work.
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