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Messymascot's faith in humanity and ginger safe haven

Bluetintedspecs said:
My Grandad fought in WW1 as a teenager, too. He died when I was 16, so I never really had the chance to talk to him about the war, although he may not have wanted to anyway. I can't imagine how traumatic it must have been for him, and in 1918 there was no such thing as PTSD, so many kept it to themselves.

My mum was 5 during the blitz in 1940, when Liverpool was heavily bombed. She told me her bed used to be in the pantry, which was lined with sandbags from floor to ceiling.
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I remember speaking to my Nan about the blitz. She lived at the top end of Canning Street/Upper Duke, and sat on the steps and watched the docks burn.

In terms of the soldiers returning post-conflict, how it impacts people varies. Non-service people perhaps don't understand there's lots of good from it.

However, understandably, there's also a lot of negative and this is what people see and this isn't only PTSD; you acclimatise to a new way of life and thinking.
 
blue1948 said:
I was caned by my English teacher when I was in my early teens and he used to jump up so he could swing the cane higher ,OK I was a bit of a problem to him but that didn't justify the punishment .
All I did was put calcium carbide in the inkwells ,oh and light the gas which made the inkwell go on fire but I didn't do them all.
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Sounds like you were a right tearaway at school mate. ;)
 

Barnfred 55 said:
Ha ha. What school did you go to? Was it in Liverpool?

Our head teacher used to throw the board duster at you if you were messing about in his lessons. Thinking back he rarely took lessons so I guess he was probably just covering because of sickness. But he got this lad right on his eyebrow with the wooden edge of the duster and his brow just burst open with blood spurting everywhere. The Head crapped himself and rushed the lad to the sick bay, but as you say, the rest of us were all in stitches.
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Wirral Grammar and then Beamont (which doesn't exist anymore) when I moved to Warrington.

We had a French teacher who used to drink "tea" during lessons. He'd say, "I'm just having a cup of tea," scrabble around in the bottom drawer of his desk, then appear with a teacup that had zero steam coming off it and obviously wasn't tea. He'd have two or three every lesson. He left suddenly under mysterious circumstances.

We also had an English teacher whose eyes were out of sync, so when he looked at you it looked like he wasn't looking at you, but to the right of you. When he told someone off in class, the boy next to him would say, "Who me, Sir? I haven't done anything, Sir."
 
Bluetintedspecs said:
Sounds like you were a right tearaway at school mate. ;)
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Actually no I was bullied by one lad and his mates and they had a knack of setting me up .
I got my own back once as I made a depth charge and they heard about it and made me take it to school "to see it " but they took it from me ,so I told the teacher that I thought "there was something funny in the bag over there " they all got caned after claiming it was theirs.
 
jazzy said:
Alright gang. Just a quick check in. After a day at sea went arrived at Grand Turk. Nowt there except a great beach and ridiculously priced beer. Then another sea day before we arrived today in Tortola. Beautiful island. Weather is amazing and having a fab time. Will catch up.with all the gossip when I get back. Take care everyone.
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What do you mean, nothing in Grand Turk.? I told everybody you'd disappeared into Margaritaville ?
 


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