| It is now early October and I am back in the UK from Africa. I am on leave for a month. In November I am going to India to relieve the regular journalist for 6 weeks whilst she takes her vacation. This has now been changed I am now to stay in The UK as the agency's Western European Editor in Chief and have at least 12 reporters under my wing. Flying low over enemy lines I spied the enemy tanks below. I had 14 rockets in my under belly and there were 14 tanks. Every rocket must count. They had not seen me as I flew out of the clouds and fired my weapons of destruction aimed towards the tanks. Within a split second the flames were leaping out of the targets and bathed in arid smoke. I headed away my tail in retreat. Approx five minutes later I flew back over the scene of annihilation to see the results of my handiwork. A job that had been accomplished with not a single tank intact, all were burning nicely. Head for home, pick up my DFC and be a hero in the officer’s mess. If only this were true but alas I failed my eyesight test to fly fighters, I was only able to take to the air as a pilot of a glider. Of course there was no restriction on my being able to be aircrew in a bomber. This did not appeal to me. I was happy with the first solo flight I made in a single seat glider. This first solo flight was the culmination of 4 weeks of training flights. The officer in charge of the gliding school pulled me to one side after I had made my last training flight. “Pilot Officer Bare your instructor Sergeant Wilcox has recommended you take your first solo flight today” He paused cleared his throat and continued “How do you feel about it sir? Words could not be found to show my appreciation; I just nodded my head in the affirmative. Last minute checks of the cockpit and my personal equipment and the winch in the far distance was pulling me forward. Slowly I pulled back the joystick and was airborne. As I reached the full height of the winch and in a vertical position, I released the cable. I was on my own. Your first flight I was told should not last more than 5 to 8 minutes. This was to be my finest hour for indeed with so many thermoses in the air I was lifted whenever I wanted to be. I did not feel the need to return to ground though I could have done if I so wished. I was circling the airfield and beyond. The crew on the ground could see me all the time so no need for panic. I had taken off at 1501 hrs and when I looked at my watch it indicated 1559 hrs as I completed the final circle of the airfield. I touched down on the ground coming to a simple stop and the time was 1604 hours. I hour 3 minutes officially logged. The ground crew, instructors and my fellow students came running towards me. Congratulations were the echo of these men and women, though the later gave my lips a taste of femininity. Yes! Young ladies. The honour to gain my silver wings on my first solo flight. Drinks in the mess that night cost me best part of a month’s wages. I had to borrow from fellow officers over the remainder of the month. I was proud of my sliver wings and in anticipation of my golden wings. Alas many more solo flight were never to get beyond 16 minutes. So I never did get my gold. This solo flight was on the day after I had passed out as a fully-fledged officer, Pilot Officer David Bare. Brief and to the point just after finishing my officer training I was posted to an RAF Station close to home RAF Northolt. One of my fellow officers asked me if I would like to come to a midwives graduation party. He was taking his girl friend and she had a friend. It’s the old old story do a mate a favour he has the good-looking chick and yours is a dog. Well I was wrong but not entirely wrong She was not ugly but her somewhat childish attitude bored me to tears. I have to be honest I had no desires on her companionship for longer than I could stand least of all designs on her body, though to be frank she seemed to think I liked her. Well I am a gentleman when it come to ladies I never like hurting the fair sex. I prefer them to dump me. In this instance what was to occur was not of my making. I don’t know whom but somebody laced my glass of wine. I found myself with the next memory waking up beside this female albeit I was totally naked as was she. I gulped I had no memory of how or when I came to be in this bed. Her naked leg was entwined with mine and my exposed prominent masculinity was adjacent to her exposed feminine fissure. Had I used my train to enter her tunnel I did not know? I slowly manoeuvred my leg from hers, carefully not to let my appendage rub against the hair surrounding her pubes. I hastily looked for my clothes and disturbed to realize that my clothes were not in this room. Her nurse’s outfit was laying on the floor so being small framed somewhat smaller in stature than her I decided that I would attire myself in her garments and flee. It was as well that I always secreted a spare key to the underside of my car. I never did see the lady afore mentioned again but my fellow office remarked about my having a good time. I interrogated him for more information about my loss of memory of the situation. He was not able to throw any light on the matter. It was to be forever an incident I shall never know about. .............................................................................................................................. At the age of 20 I was posted to Germany with an increase in rank to Flying officer. I was employed as supply officer. I had played in all four soccer matches for RAF Laarbruch, and my skill had not gone unnoticed by the RAF Germany manager. I was selected to play for the RAF team against The British Army team based in Germany. My normal position was as a left-winger. In those far off days of the 60’s the formation was of 1 2 3 5. The manager wanted me in the team but not as left wing but as inside left. Three other players from Laarbruch would be in the team Our Goalkeeper Rick the right back Bob, Long John as centre back, and of course myself. My memory is not relied upon for the details of the match but comes from the match report. Cummings slipped the ball through to Bare who stuck home from all of 20 yards to give the RAF boys the lead after only 1 minute. Just before the interval Bare was to increase The RAF lead when he latched onto a cross from winger Pearson and drove the ball into the net from short range. Henderson further increased the RAF lead when he converted Wilson’s through ball. With only ten minute of the game left and The RAF in full control bare was brought down in the penalty box. After a delay of some 5 minutes Bare was carried off with a suspected twisted ankle. Blake hit the penalty to give the RAF a comfortable 4 0 victory. Had my ankle not been broken by that loutish army bod I would probably taken the penalty and earned the match ball for a hatrick. My only compensation if one can call it that was the lout was sent off for foul play. I was sent to hospital in the care of a young nurse called Michele. I know she had the hots for me but it was incumbent of me not to fraternise with the lower ranks. After all she was only an aircraftwoman. I am not biased against them but there are rules and regulations regarding relationships between officers and enlisted men and women. Helen Brown however was the lady who really took my fancy she was a raven-haired lovely blue eyes and an hourglass figure. An officer, senior nurse with the same rank as myself. It all started when Helen was attending to my dressings and we got chatting. We got on well so it was inevitable that one day we would share a kiss. Being an officer I was assigned my own room in RAF hospital, and Helen made frequent visits. It was my third in confined to hospital and Helen walked into my room wearing just a white coat. I was sitting on the bed in my pyjamas and dressing gown reading a newspaper. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. Of course I reciprocated and holding her head I steadied her as she fell onto the bed with me. The coat came open to reveal she wore nothing beneath it. At this stage I must point out although I had seen many ladies naked this was the first time for me to be intimate. I wanted to use self-control, but with Helen having inserted her hand into the opening in my pyjama trousers I was powerless to stop her advances. At the tender age of 20 I had my first sexual encounter. She was on top of me her white gown now strewn upon the floor and apart from her back stockings she was totally exposed to my eyes. My pyjama trousers slipped off my feet my gown on top of her white coat my pyjama jacket undone and Helen kissing my hairy chest first before traversing down to my navel and then onto my rampant organ. Kissing first then sucking and when I was ready to orgasm she opened herself to accommodate my sex. Over the next 10 months Helen and I were an item and we talked of marriage, when we would both be free of our commitment to the RAF. Tragedy was to strike three times in one day on February the 1st in 1964. In the morning I received a telegram from my mother my father had died that morning of a heart attack. He had been sitting at the breakfast table having just said grace paused before he said amen and never regained consciousness. A close friend of mine in the RAF was shot accidentally by an American GI who was showing off how quick he could draw his pistol. Unfortunately it was loaded and the safety catch not engaged. Gerry my dear friend from schooldays was shot dead through the heart. That afternoon the last tragedy and it almost drove me to suicide. My beloved Helen was killed outside the Base gate when a lorry hit her and her friend head on. Trudy her friend survived for a few days but later gave up her life too ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Following the triple tragedy I was sent on a 28 days leave. After all said and done I had three funerals to attend. All three mortal remains had been shipped back to the UK by transport plane to RAF Northolt by former base. The first was my fathers. Sister, brother, cousins, aunts and uncles including some of my Father’s close friends. My Sister Raquel planned to get married to Nick in the April of 64, but my mother had asked as a matter of respect that the marriage was to be delayed until a later date. My Sister agreed. It was a solemn affair the last rites for my father. I was surprised at the number of people that attended the service in the chapel. My father seemingly had many friends in all walks of life. My father was cremated and my mother chose several venues for the ashes to be shared and scattered. Two of the naturist clubs that was dear to his heart and in the garden of our house in London. Three days later I went to the funeral of Helen. I had never met here parents but they knew of me from photographs we had exchanged. I was to meet them for the first time and meet Helen’s twin sister Helgar. I was amazed yet surprised at how much they looked alike. But as I was to find out later that was the only likeness. Her character was different. After the funeral we went back to Helen’s parents home. Helgar and I soon got to know each other. At the time I thought that God was not all bad since he had given me Helgar after Helen’s death. We went out on our first date two days to a restaurant in the west end. It gave me a better chance to get to know her. It was strange she looked like Helen her voice not dissimilar but her expression in no way the same as Helen’s. I was to find her character more forceful than my former fiancé. Helgar lived on her own and had just recently split from her former boyfriend. She was quick to find amour in my direction. Once in her flat her lips found mine. It was so quick that I did not have time to think straight. She was franticly removing my clothes. I was mesmerised into thinking this was Helen, so I offered no resistance. As we became naked it was inevitable that in the bed we would make love. Her method of loving was not in any way the same as Helen, far more forceful. Helen would be gentle and full sexual activity would satisfy her once or twice a week. With Helgar no sooner had I spent my seed than she wanted more and more. That night spent with her was an abundance of sex and no or little sleep. If I had been thinking straight I should have ended that relationship that night, but I wanted to give it a try, perhaps after awhile together she may not be so amorous. How wrong I was after two weeks I had to let her down gently. Helen’s looks were there but this history of our relationship could not be replaced or understood by Helgar. She was far to strong for me more demanding than Helen had ever been. Two weeks was more than enough. I could not face her with rejection so I sent her a letter. The phone kept ringing she was in tears she said, “We should try to make the relationship work again, I have made mistakes but we can work it out”. I had to be strong and say no. I owed something to the real memory of Helen. The gentle lady I knew and really loved the activities we were involved in, the memories we both had. Helgar could never substitute for her character only her looks and that was not good enough. During the time I spent with Helgar I did go to my friends funeral and though a sad occasion it was nice to meet some of my old school friends. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I returned to RAF Laarbruch after 4 weeks leave. I felt a broken man and my trust in God was undergoing serious a valuation. I confided in my Station Chaplin Rory Andrews. He tried to console me his words ring in my ears today “God is the provider of your life and he is also the terminator of your life. God decided that your soul should be created and when its time to go, he will call you home. This has been the way of life since Adam and Eve walked naked in the Garden of Eden”. I was asked to go to RAF Bruggen for 4 weeks to be acquainted with RAF police procedure. I also got myself involved in drama and sport. I was again picked to represent the RAF in Germany against the German Luftwaffe at soccer. I took the role of the Jewish theatrical agent Wolfstine in Simon and Laura. The role of Edward Sarclet in Duet for two hands. I did not fair too well in the love stakes, as my mourning for Helen was still utmost in my mind. Being one of 4 officers responsible for the police group, I was often called out to deal with problems in the local towns when airman and army personnel were in involved in fracas with the local population. Remember we were still an occupying force after the war had ended less than 20 years ago. When I had time to think I was reminiscing on the wonderful times spent with Helen or of my father’s influence and Gerry a good friend and also a team mate in the RAF Laarbruch team. Helen and I would often retire to my room inn the officer’s quarters. It was there that we created our little love game. We would sit on the couch and take a pair of dice. We had together devised the following system. 1 would equal the shoulder 2 the elbow 3 the hand 4 the hip 5 the knee 6 the foot the dice on the left represented the left side the dice on the right obviously the right side of the body who ever threw the dice first would touch the parts of the body corresponding to that who ever threw the dice second, an example if I threw left 3 and right 6 this would mean if Helen threw 4 left and 5 right my hand would touch her left hip and my foot would touch her right knee and so on as you can imagine this led to some contortion of the body. Double 1 lips on lips double 2 chest-to-chest double 3 loins to loins double 4 tongues to tongues double 5 naked chest to naked chest and yes double 6 our naked pubes together. Of course we did make variations to this game but as we were in love we were totally uninhibited with each other. To date I have never met any other person including my ex wife that I could play this game with. Perhaps one day I will, but at 63 next birthday am I leaving things just a bit late. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This period of my life was still with serious doubts about my faith in God. I had taken the weekend off and decided to go into Amsterdam. No play rehearsals and no football Saturday or on Sunday. I had taken my camera and shot a number of photos in the city and stayed in a small guesthouse near the city centre. I had spent most of my time looking at museums and other places of interest. I did not go to church that weekend. That Saturday evening I found myself in a small café and seated alone I observed this young lady about my own age seated in the next cubicle. She was anxiously looking towards the entrance. I felt I had to say something. “Are you ok Miss” I exclaimed as I observed her obvious beauty despite her distress. She smiled at me “ its ok I was expecting my boyfriend but he has let me down” She cleared her throat with a coarse cough “I have to be honest she replied in good English “It was to be our first date” She introduced herself as Carola. By this time she had asked if she could sit opposite me in my cubicle and we entered into a meaning full conversation. We got on so well but it was clear that she could see distress in my manner. I opened up and told her all about my triple tragedy. She listened with interest. She seemed to hang on every word I had spoken. I remember her hand resting on mine and the words she said so mature for a lass not much older than I. “David You fall off a horse, you must get back on, My father and mother both killed in the war I never got to know them very well, but life must go on”. She paused My older brother died just before the end of the war and my older sister died from wounds sustained when she tried to resist a nazi who wanted to have sex with her against her will”. The time came for me to go and I stood up from the table and extended my hand to say goodbye. She held it and whispered “As you go to the station for your train you go past my home we can walk together if you can, please David? We walked side by side and she clasped her hand in mine “I hope you don’t mind she smiled “I like you a lot and hope we can be friends” As we walked along the road the darkness was imminent. From out of the shadows a lad of not more than 14 or 15 stepped in front of us brandishing a knife. He spoke in Dutch. Carola translated but it was obvious before she did so that he was after her handbag my case and my wallet. I pushed my case along the ground he bent down to pick it up as I lifted my right leg and kicked the knife out of his hand. It was unfortunate that as the knife left his hand it caught my chin before flying off in another undetermined direction. I punched the assailant twice in the face and saw his body crumble to the ground. I was unaware that I was bleeding from the wound inflicted by the knife. Carloa took a tissue from her handbag and held it under my chin. She mumbled something to me as we departed from the scene of the incident and hurried away to her home nearby. Once inside the sparsely furnished flat Carloa removed my jacket and shirt whilst she instructed me to hold the tissue under my chin. “I wash shirt in cold water so it does not stain with the blood” She put the shirt in cold water and then returned to me and having removed the tissue used a glass like stick to rub against my wound. It ceased the bleeding though it did feel a little sore and stung for a few minutes. “David I think you not go to the train now you rest” she insisted. I was like putty in her hands. The trauma of the attack left me confused. “Ok I sleep on the sofa is that ok” I suggested. She nodded her head and took my hand her hers. No you sleep in my bed. I let go of her hand “Not so fast” I said “I am not like that I don’t know you yet but I would like to” I hinted. Is ok she continued we just sleep. Meekly I followed her into the bedroom. Just a large iron bed a dressing table and a wardrobe. Se started to undress and removed her out garments to reveal a pair of back panties and a matching bra to cover her ample proportions. She slipped into bed and smiled “You need not take everything off” I removed my shoes, trousers and lastly my socks and so entered the bed in just my government issue underpants. We lay there a few minutes not touching each other but the fragrance of her body and the closeness of her almost naked body next to mine caused a stir in my loins. It was more apparent as I felt her hand on my hairy chest. I too was tempted and let my hand touch her breast. Straightway I noticed that she had already removed her bra. With no words spoken her hand slipped over my stomach and eased into my underpants. It was inevitable that before long we were both naked and I was beyond the point of restraint. What excuse can I make for my indulgence with the third lady to come into my life? I cannot say that I did not enjoy the encounter, for over the next 6 months I went to Amsterdam at least every other weekend or when I had two consecutive days off. Our relationship blossomed, but I did not feel that this was the lady to be my wife. My apprehension was justified when I quite by accident found out that my lover had another who vied for her affections. A colleague who was on a weekend pass in Amsterdam saw her with another man in a restaurant they were very intimate. My Air force buddy knew that it was She, since I had taken her to a dance at the RAF station three week previous. When I confronted her on this issue she did not deny it and I decided to end the affair. She offered no excuse for her betrayal but to say it was a one off and only the once. It was to me a disloyalty of the trust I had put in her, and despite her ramifications I was heartbroken by this duplicity. Over the next few months I did not bother myself with affairs of the heart I was playing cricket and drama was taking up much of my spare time when not on duty. The 4th lady to enter my life was the daughter of my Wing commander. She and I had danced together at the annual officers ball. We got on quite well in fact I was drawn to her. We kissed outside but avoided temptation of going any further despite the presence of her hand on my crotch, which I gently removed. I had to leave the ball early as I was on duty for 4 hours from midnight until 4 am. I can’t say that I did not think about Sue, for her warmness left me in no doubt about her desire. I was still thinking about our encounter when at just after 4 am I strolled back to my quarters. What greeted me was surprise. I entered my room not bothering to put the light on as I undressed in the dark and slipped my weary body into the bed. The shock of feeling another body in my bed alerted me to switch on the light. I quickly vacated the bed and went to the light switch. The body that lay in my bed was Sue; she awoke and sat up in bed so I could clearly see her naked breasts. I just stood there mesmerised by the presence of her body. She pulled back the covers smiled at me as I was enthralled by the lines of her naked torso and her legs revealing the hair covering her pubic area. She made no attempt to hide her sexuality as I watched her open her vagina lips. I gave in to the temptation I was young hot bloodied and been without sex since I had terminated my relationship with Carola. At just after 4 am I gave in to her desires. This was not to be a one night stand and my relationship with this 18 year old lady continued until her 19th birthday some 6 months after we became an item and then decided to end the affair for no apparent reason other than she was returning to the UK to join the WRAF. I asked her to write to me when she got back to the UK I got a telephone call after she had been gone just over two weeks. “David I am sorry I don’t want you in my life anymore” Why! I asked “any reason” No! She retorted “ just don’t love you anymore”. I can’t say I was entirely surprised given that she had waited over two weeks before she phoned me. I could not phone her since I did not know her phone number. My air force career ended on the 16th of December 1965 and I returned to the bosom of my family. I will not spend too much time on my air force years in this book, maybe in a later biography. I don’t want this book to have a comparison with Biggles the children’s author Capt W.E Johns whose books fascinated me in my youth. Alas I never read all the Biggles books that totalled over 100. I have just recently been told that my expected posting to India has now been cancelled. I am to stay in the UK until 30th of April where I will be the UK correspondent for an Australian Press agency End of chapter 2 |
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| OCTOBER 3RD 2005 |
| This section Composed on the 13th of October 2005 |
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| This section completes the end of chapter 2, 28th of October 2005 |
| Chapter 2 MY SERVICE YEARS |
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