Saturday, July 29, 2017

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Post 1575. Saturday July 29

The Sunday Whirl




Daniel enjoyed visiting Frederick. They would chat for ages over fizzy drinks and chocolate biscuits.

Frederick would talk about his years as a naval officer. 
Tales of battles, near death experiences and eventual surrender to his foe; how after his release, he was decorated as a war hero. Frederick would show Daniel his medals. Oh, how he missed the scent of the sea.

Daniel was a fearsome pirate who made his enemies walk the plank. He told Frederick about his trips to an island with buried treasure around every bend. How he sat in the heat of his camp fire singing pirate songs and drinking pop. Sometimes he arrived wearing his eye patch and three pointed hat. He said one day his mother would get him a parrot.

Frederick passed away twelve years ago and left Daniel a shining gold medal stitched to a sliver of cloth from his uniform. He would have been very proud, for today Daniel starts a career in the Royal Navy, just as he had eighty years before.




For The Sunday Whirl where this week’s given words are trip, bend, heat, scan, follow, surrender, sail, archaic, scent, sliver, stitch and shine


15 comments:

  1. Wow... that's a very adorable grandpa - grandson story! Loved the way you kept me glued to reading till end...and once I reached the end...wished to re read again to understand it from a different perspective!
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  2. Curiously I had a grandfather that served in the Royal Navy in WW1 and he had plenty of tales to tell too...but me not so many!

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    1. Me too OE, and I still have his diary from his time at sea during the war.

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    2. Elsewhere we referred to our schooldays. Curiously I am still in contact with a number of girls I knew then but none of the boys which says a lot too.

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  3. Got to the end and had to go back to the beginning. My grandfather never spoke of his days in Russia before the first world war and I really wish he had. Then again, I was fourteen when he died and not likely to have asked lots of questions.

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    1. He probably had some tales to tell. Thanks Denise.

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  4. A poignant little slice of life. What a treasure a medal would be. :)

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  5. such a poignant tale :)

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  6. How lovely. I at first thought they were two boys both sharing fantasy. Very nicely done. And how neat you have actual diaries!

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