No Ordinary Life
Just a simple green grocer. Serving fruit and veg to his customers. Working long hours in his small shop. Little did people know that... this quiet man with a zest for life had a secret. He was ex SAS, a founding member, and had made real history. Raising hell all over Europe. Kicking Hitler's butt and killing Nazis. Real brutal work, needing a certain skill and dedication. Special Forces all the way. Each exploit like a Boy's Own comic. Warlord and Battle eat your heart out. From coming under heavy fire, killing many many enemies and being captured, Horace Stokes - Stokey- had done it all. Secret missions by parachute blowing up Nazi targets, raids on Sark and blowing up trains in Italy. Words on paper in the journal he passed to his son when on his death bed. What else remains to be told? The images are there. Seeing his mates die, aircraft on fire, taking the war to the Nazis, captured twice and a gun to the head, Gestapo style. His son was a decorated soldier but nothing like his dad. When war was real, breathtaking deeds were done by men like him. For freedom, against tyranny and fascism. After the war, Stokey returned to civvy street. His stories of valour nearly went to the grave. But they didn't. The surprise of a lifetime came when his son inherited the journal full of true stories, now a book published by his son. Cancer took the SAS soldier. One battle un-won. Yet never forgotten in the ink on yellowing pages, written in a warrior's hand. How many enemy perished by those same hands? Deeds of heroism because England expects. And England received her part of freedom from the best. Stokey was SAS, hunting Nazis and stopping evil dead. He did his bit a hundred times over.
Just a simple green grocer. Serving fruit and veg to his customers. Working long hours in his small shop. Little did people know that... this quiet man with a zest for life had a secret. He was ex SAS, a founding member, and had made real history. Raising hell all over Europe. Kicking Hitler's butt and killing Nazis. Real brutal work, needing a certain skill and dedication. Special Forces all the way. Each exploit like a Boy's Own comic. Warlord and Battle eat your heart out. From coming under heavy fire, killing many many enemies and being captured, Horace Stokes - Stokey- had done it all. Secret missions by parachute blowing up Nazi targets, raids on Sark and blowing up trains in Italy. Words on paper in the journal he passed to his son when on his death bed. What else remains to be told? The images are there. Seeing his mates die, aircraft on fire, taking the war to the Nazis, captured twice and a gun to the head, Gestapo style. His son was a decorated soldier but nothing like his dad. When war was real, breathtaking deeds were done by men like him. For freedom, against tyranny and fascism. After the war, Stokey returned to civvy street. His stories of valour nearly went to the grave. But they didn't. The surprise of a lifetime came when his son inherited the journal full of true stories, now a book published by his son. Cancer took the SAS soldier. One battle un-won. Yet never forgotten in the ink on yellowing pages, written in a warrior's hand. How many enemy perished by those same hands? Deeds of heroism because England expects. And England received her part of freedom from the best. Stokey was SAS, hunting Nazis and stopping evil dead. He did his bit a hundred times over.
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