Monday, 12 November 2018

When the General French Kissed the Regimental Sergeant Major



When the General French Kissed the Regimental Sergeant Major ©

By

Michael Casey

Well I’ve had four kebabs and some coffee, and a good nagging from the wife so I’m about ready to tell the tale of:- When The General French Kissed the Regimental Sergeant Major.
If you have read the Malta story then you know where this piece of Lego joins it.

So if you are sitting comfortably and have finished your 20 mile stroll through the Brecon Beacons then I’ll begin. Esther had announced her intentions to her son, ok she pressed the red button and military satellites the world over screamed. Find my Mum. Her son was a zillionaire in the defence business after all. So she hitched a lift from the Maternity hospital in Birmingham to the airport, so that all the maternity crew could get to Malta and PDQ.

Now at the airport they just had to stop for Duty free, Mrs Murphy linked arm in arm at the duty free shop with Esther the mother of the zillonaire. They were chaperoned by a few Military, who had been told to abandon their war games and be an Uber for Esther. They were more than happy to oblige as the got opportunity to meet the legendary Tony from the Navy Seals. Tony being Esther’s shadow. But you know all that if you read the Malta story.

Now at the airport Barry and Steve were plane spotting with their grandad Colin. Colin was an old soldier, but he never talked much about it. Though he did wear his medals proudly when they went plane spotting at the airport. It meant they got special treatment from the airport security.

Now Barry wore glasses and a wheelchair, it was like a coat so he said he wore it. He could move about a bit with sticks but at the airport it as easier to stay in his chair. Steve was 2 years older and loved his brother to bits. Colin their grandad was really their dad, there was a car crash and mum and dad died and so they went to live with Colin. In England Colin is pronounced COL IN, not CO LIN as that General in USA calls himself. Colin was not posh, he was just a loving grandad.
As Esther and Mrs Murphy laughing like thieves left the duty free pushing a trolley load of stuff they accidentally hit Barry’s wheelchair. Esther was mortified, her Military guard though saluted, a real deep salute. They has seen the medals and they knew what they meant. Esther stopped to ask what they were all doing. Plane spotting came the reply. On impulse Esther said come with us to Malta.

So that was sorted. Colin did ask about passports but Esther and the Military just laughed. You were not holding your passport when you won those medals I bet, Colin blushed, he’d been rumbled. He never really spoke about his exploits. He was too busy with the lads. When they got on the plane Esther inquired what did the boys like at school, just by way of conversation. It turned out they loved maths, they had both already taken A level maths privately because the school would not let them do it.

Now Esther smiled, she had a feeling, a feeling only a good Jewish mother would know. My son loved Math, I encouraged him and the rest is History. Colin you go with the boys I want to talk your boys. So Colin rejoined the Military for the flight, and the Wedding Party were  making merry too. Esther leant in and asked Barry and Steve did they like puzzles. She borrowed two ipads from the flight crew, and logged in.

All you have to do is look into the screen so they can take facial recognition, and then do your best. You get a prize if you do well. What’s the prize asked Barry, could I buy grandad a new front door for our house house? Steve said the prize wouldn’t be that good, if he won the lottery grandad would rebuild his local British Legion, its near our house. Esther smiled, her heart was melting already.

So on the plane flew, the boys gave the quiz their full attention. Outside the fighter escort flew alongside, not knowing how valuable the contents of the plane was becoming. Finished shouted Barry, 20 seconds later Finished shouted Steve. Esther looked at her watch, 46 minutes 30 seconds. Did you press send when you finished Esther asked? Yes, yes. Good boys, now forget about the test you’ll be having a week at the Hilton in Malta.

Somewhere in USA Esther’s zillionaire’s assistant woke up screaming, screaming and screaming. Staff came running, this was the office and lab complex for the zillionaire satellite maker. It was like Iron Man’s but he built his 20 years previously before Robert Downy Jr imitated him. Art does imitate Life after all. It’s not all fairy tales, like Snow White, though snow white does exist, I cannot explain it to you now, just trust me.

Bruce was screaming because he had had a double hit, not powder up his nose but because the test taken on the plane to Malta had come though on his computer. And now Bruce had wet himself too. Esther’s son came running and saw the wet patch on his PJs. What’s wrong Bruce, I thought you were ok after the procedure, pointing to his pants. Boss, I’ve just had a double orgasm, 2 separate test with perfect scores, and they were quick real quick.

The zillionaire smiled, well send them a million each and tell them we’ll give them a house with pool in California, the future is waiting. And where are they, in Kansas? No, Boss they are on a plane to Malta with your mother. Well send 10million dollars to the Salvation army, sorry send 20 million dollars to the Salvation army, there are 2 of them after all. Mum would insist I give one of her charities something as a finders fee.

So that’s what happened, then the zillionaire rang his friend General Mike Tatters to share the news. So Mike remember your promise. The General did, Regimental Sergeant Major here. The RSM came running, with any explanation the general grabbed the RSM and proceeded to force his tongue down the RSMs throat. In the nanosecond before the RSM could rip the general to tatters, or at the very least to rip his tatters off, the General handed phone to the RSM, hello its me, we met once. The zillionaire explained. Thank you Sir, replied the RSM to the zillionaire. By now the other generals from a variety of Nato countries were wondering what was going on. So the the RSM got his revenge, he grabbed General Sir Mike Tatters and forced his tongue down his throat, I forgot to say he’d been Knighted by the Queen.

Sir Mike laughed as they separated, the RSM half smiled. Then seeing the other generals Sir Mike winked. So the RSM improvised and came back to squeeze the general’s arse by way of goodbye. So the general just stroked his cheek fondly. With that the RSM marched off. The French and Italy generals were a little peeved, the RSM did have a fine pair of shoulders after all.
General Sir Mike Tatters looked about him, he should explain but they could kiss his arse, he was a British officer and his lips were sealed. I hope you all know how to use a parachute there has been a change of plan. So they headed towards the planes.

The RSM just looked at his Men, and smiled, I’ve done may things while I’ve been in the British Army but that is the happiest moment of my life. Does that mean you’re going to start wear a dress, Sir. No, well only you buggers aren’t watching me he replied. They laughed. Then he explained. Britain had just produced not one but TWO coding geniuses, and thy would be staying in the UK.

As Barry and Steve had  asked for their hearts’ desire it would be granted. The Army, the British  Army would be dropping in to secure and rebuild their house, and as for the British Legion, that would be spruced up too. It was like an invasion planes flew low over the Legion and Colin’s house just up the road. Parachutes opened and men armed to the teeth came running. The RSM arrived boots first, I am your fairy godmother he began, if the old soldiers in the Legion had seen him kiss the general they would have believed him

Supplies came floating from the sky, they would rebuild the Legion, it was HQ, there would be a temporary Tent Legion covering the car park while the renovations took place. Then just as the old soldiers wondered what about the bar a Police Escorted beer wagon arrived, the zillionaire had shares in the company, so he asked and the Legion received. Then a truck with camouflaged toilets on the back. The RSM explained that Colin had friends in high places, and in fact most of them were jumping out of the planes above.

Further up the road Colin’s house was being secured, sadly there are always bastards, and his house had been broken into. However if you are a thief and you get caught breaking in by the Army what do you think would happen? Well the RSM doesn’t French kiss you, that is for sure.

So the house was secured, and the field behind was compulsory purchased, so Barry and Steve could have privacy, and maybe have a horse. The zillionaire looks after his workers, besides he knew they would never leave England. So the house was upgraded, with 2 gig wifi and a dedicated satellite parked overhead. Of course as England is colder than California so triple glazing was installed by the Finns, but with bullet proof glass, just for added safety.

Now ordinarily this would take a long time to do, but Money Talks and Cash Screams. 24 hour working under arch lights was needed, so in 3 weeks everything was done. The Legion never stopped serving beer while the renovations took place, the RSM himself served behind the bar in the tented pub. Barry and Steve and grandad Colin had to force themselves to stay at the 5 star Hilton in San Julian Malta for those 3 weeks.

When they returned General Sir Mike Tatters handed them the keys to their new home, though really retina recognition worked equally as well. Then they went down to the newly restored Legion. And why did this all happen asked an old solder. Because of Colin’s clever grandkids from Birmingham that’s why. The General looked around, can you keep a secret?

Then he explained how the zillionaire had made him promise if ever there was a British coding genius he’d have to French kiss the Regimental Sergeant Major. Never. Yes really. Never the whole pub roared. So as they were in great company the RSM put down the beer towel and came around the bar. The General showed how he had French kissed the RSM, and then the RSM showed how he had French kissed the General.

Stunned Silence, then the bar erupted in applause. The things you have to do for Queen and Country. But it was well worth it, a brand new British Legion bar, prices pegged at 1pound a pint for the next ten years. The RSM had insisted on that. As for Colin, he met a Korean widow aged 50, but looking 25, so she came and lived with them. In fact she used to be a British double agent in North Korea, but that’s another story. As for me I suggested soft toilet paper in the toilets and they agreed with me, as they threw me out for not being a member of the Legion.




    

mad viewing figures 1300 in a day

so thank you all, are you all on Trump's plane going home, or just Special Services guys with nothing better to do? I had an idea for a  story which will be a lego add on to the Malta story, so find that and you'll be ready if I finish the new story today. You will like the title if you are in the Military. I shall call it

 When the General French Kissed the Regimental Sergeant Major

now why and when and how and it would be expected of the French or the Italians but never the British,  so can I just put the idea in your head, and let it fester. Go to the bar and discuss what it could mean, and if you are a RSM just  how would you react.

By the way I hope you all like the story. I may finish it tonight or if not then tomorrow.
Please don't leave a horse's head in my bed, a Subway sandwich would be much better, a foot long one. I have most of the story fully formed  in my head, I just need typing time. By the way if anybody wants a piano, then our old one needs a home, so get it touch, you could always land a helicopter in the street, or just drop a winch and take it away.

I must go now and slap on the Movelat, and no it's not some sexual metaphor, have you guys got nothing better to do? Maybe you are just CNN reporters queuing for Donald's  latest lie.






this is the piano in need of a new home

Saturday, 10 November 2018

Old People's Home 11th Nov 2018

Old People's Home 11th Nov 2018

Old People's Home 11th Nov 2018
Today 11th Nov 2018 would have been my dad's 97th Birthday
Here's a chapter from Tears for a Butcher
if ever I have time to finish it
If I had a legal secretary I could sit and dictate the sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
as it is I'll probably never finish the book, not unless I get the help of God  and two Policemen
9th july 1949 Wedding
Mum and dad pre 1996 001
Mum and dad pre 1996 001

In the Beginning was the Word



In the Beginning was The Word ©
By
Michael Casey

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was made flesh. We all know this sentence no matter what Faith we have, or don’t have. Our words define us, they bind us they stir us, they bring us great Peace, or they summon us to War. You will deny me 3, three times, before the cock crows, we’ve all heard those words too.

So why are words so important? Because they lead to actions, and actions speak louder than words. Words have value and power, but when they are overused or misused then the words spoken are worthless, talk is cheap but money buys bread as my own dad would say. But what does that mean? Put your money where your mouth is, give power and strength your words. If you say something then back it up by your actions. I will cut the lawn, not stay in bed playing on your computer console. So you actually do cut the grass, instead of just smoking it.

We all know of the good and bad sons, one said he’d work but did not, the other said he would not work but had 2nd thoughts and did. Actions and words, there is a difference. Over use of words, makes them meaningless. Hero is over used. Did he save many lives without thinking of the cost. It’s November 11th  2018 tomorrow and we remember heroes and plain GI Joes  tomorrow in Flanders Fields and many a battlefield. Ordinary men who died 100 years ago in the war to end all wars, heroes led by donkeys is one phrase I half remember. We are told it helped end the forelock touching Class system in Britain.

Words and deferential words were use 100 years ago, but then the Tommy woke up and wondered what was it all for, and why should he call anybody Sir. In USA it’s always more casual, more friendly even. But Politicians abuse the people the world over. You are a hero so long as you do the leader’s bidding. The word gets over used and abused. My hero is the guy who just brought me my glass of Coke, he is such a Good Man for doing that. When the word should be reserved for the firefighters in California fighting those fire, when death and smoke is all around them.

Climate change is real, that’s why storms are so bad and so often, don’t blame lazy firefighters from your self imposed ivory tower of ignorance. Words kill, they destroy, they harm at the very least, so weigh your words well. Any Fool can throw out ignorant words, based on your ivory tower of ignorance. Find out Facts and accept them, even if it does not fit your own stunted world view. If a thing is black, then it is black. It never becomes white no matter how many times you lie that it is. You are not a washing powder salesman, or maybe you are.

If you are in somebody’s home you don’t use the curtains to wipe your hands on, nor complain about the foreign food. You should try and stay polite and if you cannot Be Nice as Les Dawson said,then just be quiet. The world does not revolve around you, and if you are attending such a Holy occasion, and it is Holy, then don’t do all the photo opportunities and then say you don’t like the transport and sulk in your hotel.

A humble hour car ride to visit the graves of true heroes from 100 years ago, is well worth your time. You have time, they do not, they are lying in their graves. So you came all the way to France, but did not bother visits the graves of USA GIs. 100 years of History has past since they died, but you could not bother to share a car with your retired generals. Because it was too humble, so while they honoured fallen men, what did you do, did you pray silently in the hotel, or just Tweet? While Jesus died on the cross the Centurian named Trump just tweeted.

Words are used to deny and lie, especially. I swear I do not know him, I swear even more I do not know him. As the CNN cock crows three times more, as the faked films are released. So now an AG who you don’t know, even though you have had many a last supper together. And what do we learn about the new AG, the man you want to bury the Russian Investigation. Apart from the fact he is a great cheer leader and can do the splits, almost as well as you. We hear that GIs were scammed by a company the new AG was connected to.

So as you sit in your hotel room, thinking about yourself, and not those GIs buried for 100 years in a foreign field. Remember the bad son who in the end became a good son. Which one will you be? The cock is crowing, the cock is always crowing. This is your Nobel moment, he read his own obituary, then he changed. Will you change this November morn? Or will all your words prove worthless, because your actions are worthless too.  A man is judged by his actions, not what he says but what he does. And as Truman knew the Buck Stop Here, so stop passing the buck to save a buck, shoulder your responsibilities. Just as today we shoulder the coffin of an unknown soldier. Rest in Peace honorable men, class of 1918.  




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