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Bob.
We British have much to be proud of. Fair play, supporting third world charities, world class inventors and World War Two when our country stood alone against fascism until the USA were dragged in to help. We also have much to be ashamed about. As an Englishman I am ashamed of how my country has treated your country in the past. I am amazed sometimes at how friendly Irish people are in general towards the British considering the history between our countries. We should never have colonised Ireland, that is clear. We can oly live in the present, as we find it.
Tim Wilson looked at his watch. It was nine thirty four in the evening. For two years, three months and twenty four days he had lived in this prison cell. Tonight was the last night of his sentence. Tomorrow would be a completely different day; the beginning of a new chapter in his life. The last few weeks since the date of his release had been confirmed were a blur of mixed emotions. Part of him wanted to be free to start living again but he was also terrified at the thought of what lay ahead. How would he cope? What would it be like on the outside with no family to turn to? No job to go to and nothing to look forward to when he woke each morning. No one to be loved by at night. Most of all he wanted revenge for the injustice he had endured. His life lay in ruins. The person responsible was going to pay.
The charge made against him was one of arson but he had not gone out into that dark, wet March evening with the intention of burning down his business premises. He had been betrayed, robbed of his business and the means to support himself and his darling wife Elaine. The person who did this to him was someone for whom hard work was graft to be done by others, fellow human beings whose work ethic, honesty and naivety were to be exploited for his own selfish gain. Tim had lost everything. The home he had worked so hard for had gone. His wife no longer stood by him and she had gone back home to Belfast. Only one person had stood by him during this ordeal. Cookie was his life long friend from the army. It was Cookie who had tried to sort out the problems that had led to his downfall and imprisonment. It was Cookie who visited him in prison when no one else came. It will be Cookie who collects him from York prison tomorrow and takes him back home to Tyneside to seek his revenge on the person who caused all this.
When Tim was released from prison tomorrow, he would be met at the gates by Alan Cook, his best friend and the only person who had visited him throughout his incarceration.
Cookie had always been the greatest friend that any man could have. They joined the army on the same day aged seventeen and during the next twenty years their friendship grew. During tours of duty in Northern Ireland, Bosnia and Sierra Leone they were inseparable as mates and it was only natural that Cookie would do the ‘honours’ as best man at Tim’s wedding. After all, it was Cookie who been there with Tim when he met Elaine on that day in Freetown. Elaine had been working with an Irish charity in Sierra Leone for six months when Tim and Cookie asked for a nurse to help a young African boy who had cut his leg playing football on a rubbish strewn field. Tim and Elaine hit it off immediately. He quickly noticed her tall athletic figure and her long shiny red hair. She was absolutely gorgeous looking with a bright bubbly personality. She was very outgoing and had lots of friends among the nursing staff and with the European contingent who were working to make things more tolerable in this poverty stricken, war wounded country.
CHAPTER ONE – A NEW LIFE IN CIVVY STREET
Elaine was smitten by Tim’s Geordie accent and he by her Northern Irish brogue. Elaine was twenty eight years old, six years younger than Tim. She never expected to fall for a British soldier. Born in west Belfast into a catholic family with four brothers, this could never have happened at home, even though she could have had her pick of the British Army before leaving for Africa to work with the charity. Even though there were more soldiers in Belfast than in any other city she had ever been to, she would never have dared bring a ‘Brit’ home to meet her family.
Tim’s parents had both been killed in a car crash when he was eight years old. He had lived with his auntie Pauline who was... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/58179
Tim Wilson looked at his watch. It was nine thirty four in the evening. For two years, three months and twenty four days he had lived in this prison cell. Tonight was the last night of his sentence. Tomorrow would be a completely different day; the beginning of a new chapter in his life. The last few weeks since the date of his release had been confirmed were a blur of mixed emotions. Part of him wanted to be free to start living again but he was also terrified at the thought of what lay ahead. How would he cope? What would it be like on the outside with no family to turn to? No job to go to and nothing to look forward to when he woke each morning. No one to be loved by at night. Most of all he wanted revenge for the injustice he had endured. His life lay in ruins. The person responsible was going to pay.
The charge made against him was one of arson but he had not gone out into that dark, wet March evening with the intention of burning down his business premises. He had been betrayed, robbed of his business and the means to support himself and his darling wife Elaine. The person who did this to him was someone for whom hard work was graft to be done by others, fellow human beings whose work ethic, honesty and naivety were to be exploited for his own selfish gain. Tim had lost everything. The home he had worked so hard for had gone. His wife no longer stood by him and she had gone back home to Belfast. Only one person had stood by him during this ordeal. Cookie was his life long friend from the army. It was Cookie who had tried to sort out the problems that had led to his downfall and imprisonment. It was Cookie who visited him in prison when no one else came. It will be Cookie who collects him from York prison tomorrow and takes him back home to Tyneside to seek his revenge on the person who caused all this.
When Tim was released from prison tomorrow, he would be met at the gates by Alan Cook, his best friend and the only person who had visited him throughout his incarceration.
Cookie had always been the greatest friend that any man could have. They joined the army on the same day aged seventeen and during the next twenty years their friendship grew. During tours of duty in Northern Ireland, Bosnia and Sierra Leone they were inseparable as mates and it was only natural that Cookie would do the ‘honours’ as best man at Tim’s wedding. After all, it was Cookie who been there with Tim when he met Elaine on that day in Freetown. Elaine had been working with an Irish charity in Sierra Leone for six months when Tim and Cookie asked for a nurse to help a young African boy who had cut his leg playing football on a rubbish strewn field. Tim and Elaine hit it off immediately. He quickly noticed her tall athletic figure and her long shiny red hair. She was absolutely gorgeous looking with a bright bubbly personality. She was very outgoing and had lots of friends among the nursing staff and with the European contingent who were working to make things more tolerable in this poverty stricken, war wounded country.
CHAPTER ONE – A NEW LIFE IN CIVVY STREET
Elaine was smitten by Tim’s Geordie accent and he by her Northern Irish brogue. Elaine was twenty eight years old, six years younger than Tim. She never expected to fall for a British soldier. Born in west Belfast into a catholic family with four brothers, this could never have happened at home, even though she could have had her pick of the British Army before leaving for Africa to work with the charity. Even though there were more soldiers in Belfast than in any other city she had ever been to, she would never have dared bring a ‘Brit’ home to meet her family.
Tim’s parents had both been killed in a car crash when he was eight years old. He had lived with his auntie Pauline who was... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/58178- Tim Wilson looked at his watch. It was nine thirty four in the evening. For two years, three months and twenty four days he had lived in this prison cell. Tonight was the last night of his sentence. Tomorrow would be a completely different day; the beginning of a new chapter in his life. The last few weeks since the date of his release had been confirmed were a blur of mixed emotions. Part of him wanted to be free to start living again but he was also terrified at the thought of what lay ahead. How would he cope? What would it be like on the outside with no family to turn to? No job to go to and nothing to look forward to when he woke each morning. No one to be loved by at night. Most of all he wanted revenge for the injustice he had endured. His life lay in ruins. The person responsible was going to pay.
The charge made against him was one of arson but he had not gone out into that dark, wet March evening with the intention of burning down his business premises. He had been betrayed, robbed of his business and the means to support himself and his darling wife Elaine. The person who did this to him was someone for whom hard work was graft to be done by others, fellow human beings whose work ethic, honesty and naivety were to be exploited for his own selfish gain. Tim had lost everything. The home he had worked so hard for had gone. His wife no longer stood by him and she had gone back home to Belfast. Only one person had stood by him during this ordeal. Cookie was his life long friend from the army. It was Cookie who had tried to sort out the problems that had led to his downfall and imprisonment. It was Cookie who visited him in prison when no one else came. It will be Cookie who collects him from York prison tomorrow and takes him back home to Tyneside to seek his revenge on the person who caused all this.
When Tim was released from prison tomorrow, he would be met at the gates by Alan Cook, his best friend and the only person who had visited him throughout his incarceration.
Cookie had always been the greatest friend that any man could have. They joined the army on the same day aged seventeen and during the next twenty years their friendship grew. During tours of duty in Northern Ireland, Bosnia and Sierra Leone they were inseparable as mates and it was only natural that Cookie would do the ‘honours’ as best man at Tim’s wedding. After all, it was Cookie who been there with Tim when he met Elaine on that day in Freetown. Elaine had been working with an Irish charity in Sierra Leone for six months when Tim and Cookie asked for a nurse to help a young African boy who had cut his leg playing football on a rubbish strewn field. Tim and Elaine hit it off immediately. He quickly noticed her tall athletic figure and her long shiny red hair. She was absolutely gorgeous looking with a bright bubbly personality. She was very outgoing and had lots of friends among the nursing staff and with the European contingent who were working to make things more tolerable in this poverty stricken, war wounded country.
CHAPTER ONE – A NEW LIFE IN CIVVY STREET
Elaine was smitten by Tim’s Geordie accent and he by her Northern Irish brogue. Elaine was twenty eight years old, six years younger than Tim. She never expected to fall for a British soldier. Born in west Belfast into a catholic family with four brothers, this could never have happened at home, even though she could have had her pick of the British Army before leaving for Africa to work with the charity. Even though there were more soldiers in Belfast than in any other city she had ever been to, she would never have dared bring a ‘Brit’ home to meet her family.
Tim’s parents had both been killed in a car crash when he was eight years old. He had lived with his auntie Pauline who was... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/58166 - Tim Wilson looked at his watch. It was nine thirty four in the evening. For two years, three months and twenty four days he had lived in this prison cell. Tonight was the last night of his sentence. Tomorrow would be a completely different day; the beginning of a new chapter in his life. The last few weeks since the date of his release had been confirmed were a blur of mixed emotions. Part of him wanted to be free to start living again but he was also terrified at the thought of what lay ahead. How would he cope? What would it be like on the outside with no family to turn to? No job to go to and nothing to look forward to when he woke each morning. No one to be loved by at night. Most of all he wanted revenge for the injustice he had endured. His life lay in ruins. The person responsible was going to pay.
The charge made against him was one of arson but he had not gone out into that dark, wet March evening with the intention of burning down his business premises. He had been betrayed, robbed of his business and the means to support himself and his darling wife Elaine. The person who did this to him was someone for whom hard work was graft to be done by others, fellow human beings whose work ethic, honesty and naivety were to be exploited for his own selfish gain. Tim had lost everything. The home he had worked so hard for had gone. His wife no longer stood by him and she had gone back home to Belfast. Only one person had stood by him during this ordeal. Cookie was his life long friend from the army. It was Cookie who had tried to sort out the problems that had led to his downfall and imprisonment. It was Cookie who visited him in prison when no one else came. It will be Cookie who collects him from York prison tomorrow and takes him back home to Tyneside to seek his revenge on the person who caused all this.
When Tim was released from prison tomorrow, he would be met at the gates by Alan Cook, his best friend and the only person who had visited him throughout his incarceration.
Cookie had always been the greatest friend that any man could have. They joined the army on the same day aged seventeen and during the next twenty years their friendship grew. During tours of duty in Northern Ireland, Bosnia and Sierra Leone they were inseparable as mates and it was only natural that Cookie would do the ‘honours’ as best man at Tim’s wedding. After all, it was Cookie who been there with Tim when he met Elaine on that day in Freetown. Elaine had been working with an Irish charity in Sierra Leone for six months when Tim and Cookie asked for a nurse to help a young African boy who had cut his leg playing football on a rubbish strewn field. Tim and Elaine hit it off immediately. He quickly noticed her tall athletic figure and her long shiny red hair. She was absolutely gorgeous looking with a bright bubbly personality. She was very outgoing and had lots of friends among the nursing staff and with the European contingent who were working to make things more tolerable in this poverty stricken, war wounded country.
CHAPTER ONE – A NEW LIFE IN CIVVY STREET
Elaine was smitten by Tim’s Geordie accent and he by her Northern Irish brogue. Elaine was twenty eight years old, six years younger than Tim. She never expected to fall for a British soldier. Born in west Belfast into a catholic family with four brothers, this could never have happened at home, even though she could have had her pick of the British Army before leaving for Africa to work with the charity. Even though there were more soldiers in Belfast than in any other city she had ever been to, she would never have dared bring a ‘Brit’ home to meet her family.
Tim’s parents had both been killed in a car crash when he was eight years old. He had lived with his auntie Pauline who was... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/58128
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