Burma, December 1943 was when I heard that first. Me and 'Silly Billy' Willey were among

the first into Arakan, we were seconded to an Indian outfit who were trying to reoccupy the Mayu peninsula and Akyab Island.



The Japs were fairly well entrenched and as we undertook Operation Longcloth, Silly went up over a ridge and suffered a near miss from a shell. A piece of shrapnel went straight through his trouser region and landed in Stumpy Fuckersons porridge.



"Oi Silly, don't rub 'em, count 'em" went up the shout.

Silly was discharged on medical grounds.



A fat c**t of a nun found him living in the Patkai mountains under a flannel in 1951, he was dressed as a tiny baby and was surrounded by hurt goats.

Posted By: malkybarkid, Jun 9, 14:22:10