This is my second book and retells of my years in the Royal Navy. My adventures, mishaps and moments of danger. The good times and the bad, falling in love and suffering a broken heart (several times). Travel with me to the other side of the world and dive with me in the submarine Alcide as we plunge to crush depth. It is available on-line at Amazon.com and is available as an E Book at http://www.smashwords.com. A signed copy is available from me. If you want a good read while sunbathing on the beach or swinging in your hammock on the patio, this is the book for you.
CHAPTER FOUR (Excerpt)
This romantic episode took place on Christmas eve 1956 in Auckland New Zealand!!!
Outside the front door we removed our shoes and tiptoed up the stairs whispering and giggling. The girl’s room was at the back of the house and furnished with two single beds. Still whispering and giggling we undressed in the dark. Danny said “hey its Christmas Eve we better get into bed before Santa arrives”. Our laughter almost gave the game away. The following morning I was suddenly and roughly shaken awake. Still half asleep and bleary eyed from last nights Chanti, I’m told to get under the bed fast. As I struggled to comply a hand swept my clothes under the bed with me. I was barely out of sigh when the door opened and a cheery voice called out “Merry Christmas girls I’ve brought you some tea and toast, did you have a good time last night? you must have been out late because we didn’t hear you come in. While she chatted with the girls I was holding my breath hoping not to be discovered. I looked across the floor between the landlady’s ankles and saw Danny under the other bed. It took all of my will power not to burst out laughing. Danny was looking at me and making silly facial expressions.
Review from Craig Churchill NFLD
Well, you’ve done it again! I thoroughly enjoyed “The Royal Navy and
Me”, and have come to a couple of conclusions about you. You sir, are an
incurable romantic and also what my friends and I would term “a shit
magnet”. (At least at times)
Having done 5 years military time myself, I could certainly relate
to the basic training tales, the precious time on leave and the
carousing crammed in whenever able. I can also appreciate the amount of
dignity required to keep from “going native” completely and retaining
I have just finished a midnight shift at work and am now enjoying a
tot in honour of your literary achievements and your Birthday. Many
God Bless and keep reading