Strange Memories or Sins from the past.

Sometimes our thoughts and memories make little sense. That was the case for me laying in bed last night. I suddenly found myself thinking about an incident that took place in 1956 on the tiny island of Pulau Tioman.  An uninhabited Island not too far from Singapore. It was a place our ship often visited, ideal for crew recreation BBQs and swimming. On this particular visit we had hiked to the summit, wasn’t exactly a mountain, more like a steep hill. There was a trail that we followed, a bit like a dried river bed. It was probably cut through the dense vegetation during monsoon season by the heavy run off. On our return downward a shipmate behind me yelled out, hey Rodgers there is a snake on the branch above you. Yeah right I replied, and kept walking, he threw a stone at the branch and a vivid green snake landed at my feet. I was gone in a flash down the trail. The snake was heading the same way and keeping pace with me. It was about two feet long and it’s bright green colouring made it difficult to spot in the foliage. I had no idea if it was dangerous, it was quite small but that didn’t mean it was harmless. Eventually I slowed down, I could still the snake working it’s way toward me. Well, I thought it was heading for me, more than likely it was trying to avoid us intruders in its habitat. It finally arrive opposite me and I rolled a large rock trapping the snake in the gulley. Reaching toward it without getting too close I swung my matchette at its head killing the poor creature. I then triumphantly raised it high to show what a great hunter I was. In the following moment I almost sh—t my shorts, the snake coiled round my arm. It was dead but still moving and gave me the fright of my life. Last night laying there in bed I suddenly felt shame. Why did I have to kill the little snake, it had done me no harm and really was not threatening. I was young, just seventeen, nevertheless I should have known better. I think it’s instinctive when we don’t understand we remove the threat by killing.  It’s a bit late now, but I feel really bad for having killed that little snake. Here it is Christmas Eve of 2019, why would I have this memory and feeling of guilt?  Perhaps it’s a time to re-visit my sins from the past? Guess I will put it down to old age and try to get some sleep!  Merry Christmas everyone.

About irishroverpei

Author of "Lily & Me", "The Royal Navy & Me" and Chapter XXl Armageddon. Writer, blogger and RN Submariner, antique automobile enthusiast.
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2 Responses to Strange Memories or Sins from the past.

  1. Francis Gallant says:

    Considering all the thoughts I’ve been going through in the past several months I guess that, from reading your story, the memory thing must have something to do with the age period.

  2. irishroverpei says:

    Its most certainly is!

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