Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 09:48:57 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Hut/15

Some serious training and new directions.
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Of course they would not know just how different their naval and army
service would become and for the first three months they continued
training not knowing what the future held for both of them, but Simon
began to guess something was different as by the end of his Captain's
course nothing was said about him joining another ship as its First
Lieutenant when it was suggested that would be the case before going on
leave. Obviously one thought he had was that he had not come up to the
standard they were looking for and to confuse him even more the
last month was spent on the Brecon Beacons in Wales training in survival
technics with 10 other officers. As part of the training they spent
sometime on the firing ranges and until then Simon had no idea he was in
fact a very good marksman.

"Relax and sit down Simon." Simon could not work this out, was he there
to be told be was not good enough and would go back to sea as Navigating
officer or something else?
"Simon you have undoubtedly heard of the Fairmile torpedo and gun boats,
yes?"
"Yes sir, my father and I know it very, we build MTB and MGB hulls at our
yard in Hamble, the Fairmile has done a lot of good work against E
boats."
"And a lot more besides. Would you like to skipper one?" Now that DID
take him by surprise.
"I have to do what I'm told sir and my guess is I will be escorting
convoys around the coast?"
"Yes, but there is a hell of a lot more as well. We are going to the mess
and have lunch and I can tell you everything there and its going to take
time." They left the office and made their way to the officers mess and
choose their meals. Both settled for the only option on the menu, Corned
beef and potatoes with as much gravy as you wanted.

"Corporal Tennant Williams."
"Yes Sarge?"
"Report to the CO, now." Tony, like anyone being told to report to the
main man, wondered what he had done wrong.
"Sit down Corporal, I have got something for you to think about."
Tony sat and at least thought he had not fucked something up.

"Right let me start by saying that I don't think you know just how good
you are. I don't want to bullshit you with a lot of back slapping and
will just say you are one of the best students any of us has ever come
across and I and all my colleagues think you should be offered all the
required training to become a Doctor and specialise in emergency surgery.
How does that sound?" Tony was beside himself.
"Bloody sure I would sir."
"Right, as from this moment you will be promoted to Acting 2nd Lieutenant
and your training will start straight away and most of it at this
hospital. You will be sent on specialist courses and you should be
qualified within two years so long as you put the effort in and there
will be a lot needed. Tony we all know that to win this war, there will
have to be an invasion of Europe somewhere sometime and we are guessing
it cannot happen for at least another two years, maybe longer. We don't
have enough doctors and surgeons with the required skills to coup with
what we are sure will come. You are being fast tracked and qualify in
emergency procedures. You will become a fully fledged doctor because of
the training we have lined up for you, but after the war you may have to
go back to medical school to gain other qualifications, but that's quite
normal, all qualified Doctors take more training, or they should do.
Tony, you have the chance of becoming an excellent surgeon and your
skills are going to become evident in the future, many of our lads will
suffer massive wounds and it will be up to us to give them a fighting
chance to survive. Still keen?"
"More than keen sir and thank you for the opportunity. Do I assume that
if there is an invasion I will go with it?"
"There is no doubt about it, that's one of the many reasons you will
train to become a surgeon. You know Lieutenant Forsyth of course and work
with him quite a lot so he tells me."
"Yes I have been in theatre with him several times and when he comes into
the ward and the emergency section." Tony also knew him to be a really
nice bloke as well. He guessed he was about 24/25, very confident without
any arrogance and knew his work inside out.
"Well you will know he is a good man and it was he who first approached
me about you. He will pass onto you much of his considerable skills and
you could not have a better teacher. You will be with him from now on and
it will be he who will take you through and also pass you on to other
specialists and send you onto relevant courses. You are going to be a
very busy man what with your normal work and training with Lt. Forsyth.
You will spend hours studying and with written work. Good luck Tony, I'm
just glad its not me!"
 Sir, I have a very close friend in the navy, am I allowed to write to
him about all this?"
"I don't see why not, its not exactly something the enemy will be
interested in." Tony could not wait to get to his room and get his
writing pad out. "Right Lieutenant Simon Walsh RNVR, suck THIS!"

They had worked out a code so that they could tell one another of their
love for each other without actually writing it. They would always end
their letters more or less the same way.
"When I get back home I will go and check the Hut is ok and don't you
forget to do the same when you get leave. I have lots of seeds to plant
when we can dig again."

"Simon I am offering you a command of four adapted Fairmile gun boats.
They are under construction and nearly complete and most secret. They are
in a workshop just south of Liverpool and will be ready for service in
two months time. The Fairmile presently in service is 72 tons, 110ft long
with a beam of 17.5 and a draught of 5' 8." She has a range of armaments
that include two 40mm Bofors and two 20mm Oerlikon's and 2 sets of Lewis
guns. They have a top speed of 27 knots, but yours will be a lot
different. You will join a squadron of Fairmile's at Lowestoft to gain
experience and from there to your command. We are thinking six months
from now. You will have some choice of crews, but we will have the last
say in that as we already have personnel in mind to crew your
boats. Right, now let me tell you about your boats and what you will be
doing with them. Drink?"
"Yes please, a rum will be good thank you sir." The Captain called a
steward over and gave his order. The two sat there in silence, but
Simon's mind was doing overtime wondering what he would be told next.

"The new Fairmiles will be extended by 10ft to give extra space for
ammunition and fuel. Rolls Royce have developed a new engine and have
already been tested with good results. They are being installed and will
undergo sea trials this month and modifications made if required. One
engine will have an advanced silencer system that will allow the boats
to shut down two of the three engines and approach enemy coasts without
noise detection to enable you to get close and drop off operatives who
will transfer to their craft and go ashore to carry out their operations.
What their business is, is none of ours, but you will know it will be
very secret and your role is to get them there without detection and for
you to get out without being sunk. You will also have to get them back
when they have finished their work."

"Simon there is another role for your boats and that is to get as close
as you can to the coasts and open fire on targets that will be given to
you which will come from the resistance movements that are operating in
France, Belgium and Holland and that is where your skills in navigating
comes in. You will fire on defined targets, but you will also know there
are civilians near those targets and if you get it wrong, a lot of
innocent people could die. There will be an invasion by the Allies at
some stage and we want to try to spread the Germans as thin as we can by
not letting them know where we will land, but by attacking along the
North coast we hope that will confuse them a bit and reinforce areas
right across the coast line. I am aware that much more is being done to
confuse them anyway and this is just one way of doing it."

"Your boats will be strengthened because they will have additional
weapons on board. Two twin 40mm Bofors fore and aft. Three twin 20mm
Oerlikon's, two on each side of the bridge and one at the stern. Two
single .50 Brownings either side. You will still have 8 shallow
depth, depth charges that will have four on each side and they will have
a new release system that all that needs to be done is kick the buggers
off the side for them to do their work. There will be explosives in
secure containers throughout the boat that will be used if you have to
abandon ship for any reason.  There will be a time delay of quarter of
an hour and they will blow the boat apart so you will have to make sure
the whole crew is at a safe distance other wise you will find yourselves
spread all over the Channel. One down side to this is your speed will be
a lot less and will only get 20 knots because of the extra weight, but we
think that because of the fire power you will have, no E boat will get
anywhere near you, we hope. Right you have a lot of work to do. We want
those boats operational in two months or less."

Simon got Tony's letter and was thrilled to hear of the new direction he
was taking. "However, promoting you to ACTING 2nd Lieutenant means the
Army is scraping the barrel a bit.....................I am SO proud of
you Tony and good luck. When I get home I will also look after the seeds
and also hope we can plant them out together some time."

Over the next two months it was all class work and going to the flotilla
in Lowestoft for sea training and learning all that was possible in the
time to get some experience in that type of boat and all its equipment.
He went on four patrols and saw quite a lot of action, he also saw his
first E boat briefly when it was engaged and destroyed by the five MGB's
of the flotilla. One great role for them was as floating anti aircraft
boats and had engaged a number of Luftwaffe fighter bombers when the
convoy they were escorting came under attack. It was a draw really as one
ship was badly damaged and after the attack they flew off with one
belching out smoke. No one saw it ditch though and it could only be
claimed as a "possible."

"Congratulations Tony and welcome to the Officers mess. As the CO has
told you we will be working a lot together and you and I need to go
through your whole program for the next few months and adapt it as we go
along, but first you are off to St Barts for a couple of months to study
anatomy. You go next week and when you get back we will be glued
together."
Alan Forsyth was in fact 26 and quite good looking, very trim and strong.
He had played Rugby at school and if it had not been for the war he was
heading towards the England team, but like so many sportsmen and women he
would never play at a higher level now.
"I cant wait Alan. I never thought I would even get this far, in fact I
have only thought about becoming qualified after the war. I mentioned it
to my best friend a couple of times and he will be so pleased its all
happening now."
"Is your friend a medic as well?"
"No navy, he is taking his Captains course and will be back on Atlantic
escorts very soon as a First Lieutenant and then he hopes to get his own
command."
"Good luck to him, its bloody dangerous work."
"I know, he has been torpedoed once and lost many friends. I just hope he
comes through it all."
"I know what loss is, my best friend was killed in France. Great loss, so
many good people have died because of this madness and many more will.
Come on its your first lecture and we will have it in the bar. My round."

That then would be Tony's lot for sometime to come. It would be nothing
more than study and practical work in theatre, in the wards, but
especially in emergency admissions and trauma wards and going on
specialist courses. His own time was really restricted to writing to
Simon which because of censoring neither of them could really say what
they wanted to and not only that it could take over a week before a
letter arrived. He rang Andrew often hoping to find out a bit more, but
even he was in the dark. They just had to hope that they would get leave
at the same time. Andrew was delighted to hear about Tony's promotion and
change in career.
"Both of you officers, Christ I can hear the arguments now. When do you
think you can come home?"
"No idea Andrew, what about the "navy?"
"No idea either."

The "navy" was about to see his new command. One of the Fairmiles had
been completed and he was taken out for a couple of hours and by the time
he got back he was hooked. It was a great boat and with all that fire
power he knew they could do a lot of damage. The other three were near
completion and the next thing was the base they would be sailing to and
operate from and the crews to man the boats. Each had a compliment of 2
officers and 16 crew so therefore a total of 72 men and Simon leading
them. Of course on top of that would be the skilled seamen who would keep
them afloat and in the best condition. Royal Naval engineers were
brilliant and were to the navy what ground crew were to the air force.
It seemed the smaller the ship/boat the more relaxed discipline became,
in resect of using first names only, except the CO of the flotilla and
each boats captain. This would suit Simon and he could not wait to meet
all those who would be arriving soon, they had already been appointed and
that's what the Commodore commanding the coastal section wanted to talk
to Simon about and one more thing as well.

"You happy about the crew?"
"All seem fine sir. I am going to get experienced crews and that's good,
they will teach me my job I'm sure."
"Simon there is one I need to tell you about and he is Lieutenant Steven
Williamson who is a brilliant officer. He has served on boats for two
years and should have his own command by now, but the powers that be will
not promote him." The Commodore paused and seemed uncomfortable, the
silence was long and it was obvious he was having a problem going on.
"Simon, he has been involved in a big scandal..................Ah, oh
shit this is difficult, fuck it, he is homosexual!" Commodore Fellows sat
back waiting for Simon to be incensed and angry. He was, but only because
it was felt he should know about the Lieutenant's sexual preference for
some reason. He wondered what the Commodore would think about HIM if he
knew he was as well and was pissed off about the hypocrisy of it all.
"Is that the problem sir?"
"Well of course it is Simon. You have a homo on one of your boats and I
thought at the very least you maybe concerned. I was expecting you to
refuse him!"
"Sir, apparently he is a brilliant officer and very experienced and,
forgive me, but that's all I am interested in. As for his personal life,
well all I know it will make no difference as far as I'm concerned, in
fact I will take him as my number one just to show I have no issue with
him and his sexual preference." Fellows looked at Simon in some surprise.
"Bloody hell I was certainly expecting a different reaction than that.
So, you don't have a problem with it?"
"Only if he was useless. If I had a to make a choice between him and
someone who was not up to his level, I would still have him."
"Oh, right, that's it then end of problem and for what its worth, I could
not give a shit either." Simon was sure he did not mean that.
They went on and talked about important issues and put prejudices to one
side. He smiled to himself and wondered what the Commodore would think if
he knew was wondering what this bloke looked like! Tony would as well and
then tell Simon to keep his hands to himself.
They at last finished and Simon was about to leave when Fellow's suddenly
remembered something.
"Oh Simon wait, I nearly forgot, congratulations Lieutenant Commander! I
want you in your new rank by tomorrow to meet the crews if you don't
mind." They shook hands and Simon went off to ring his father and write
to a certain ACTING 2nd Lieutenant in the Medical Corps!

As Simon was writing Tony was in a room all by himself except for another
officer who was monitoring him. You could hear a pin drop as Tony
concentrated on the examination papers. He had been sitting there for
half an hour now taking an exam that should last about two hours. He
completed it with 20 minutes to spare and put his pens down.
"Finished Captain."
"You have plenty of time to go through it again Tony."
"Already have sir." The Captain went over to him and looked through the
ten sheets.
"Don't get too cleaver Tony, you will put us all to shame. All looks
good, well done." He smiled at the young man and Tony went back to work.

Later that evening Alan found him in the mess eating his dinner and
joined him.
"Tony I have got a long weekend off, would you like to come home with me
and meet the old folks and my sisters?"
"That would be great thanks, could do with a change of scenery."
"DONT take any work with you, its a study free weekend whilst we are at
home."

It was a really pleasant time, Alan's family welcomed him and it was good
to relax around the huge house and going for country walks, all six of
them. Mum Dad and sisters Sandra and Paulina. This was the first time
Tony had been like this without Simon and it felt a little strange. He
thought of him a lot particularly when he got to bed and found himself
stroking a rather stiff cock. After a short time he was pleased he had
his flannel with him. Afterwards he laid there wondering what Simon was
up to and when they would next meet, it had been nine months since they
had been home together. "Christ Simon, take care." Tony was pleased he
was so involved with work and his training. Being so absorbed it helped
him forget the worries he had about him.

Simon had met the crews and was happy that it seemed to go well. They had
a party that night and that helped to get to know one another a little.
He was interested in meeting them all of course, but even more so when he
spoke to Steven Williams and wished he had not been told about him. He
was a very good looking young man and seemed very enthusiastic, but then
they all did. If Simon had worried about his age and being the rank he
was, it seemed not to matter to the crews. At least he did not pick up
any feeling that any one had a problem.
He gave it a week before announcing who would crew what boat. He knew he
would have to get it right, crew moral was so important and he spent a
lot of time thinking about it.

"Well you handsome devil, my sister Sandra has taken a liking to you. She
made it obvious when you two came back from your walk this morning and
cornered me in the kitchen. I know its none of my business, but do you
have a girlfriend?"
Here we go again. Time to start lying, Tony thought.
"No, no girl friend and not looking either. This war has a habit of
ending relationships either by getting killed or being away too long and
someone else taking over."
"Has that already happened to you then?"
"No and anyway I'm too young to think about settling down. I am just
happy with friends, but even then two great friends went down with the
Hood. I will wait for the end of the war and see what happens and now I
have a real career to train for, I am fine. Anyway what about you, girl
friend?" There was a very long pause and Tony assumed he had not heard
and forgot about it.
"No, like you not looking. You are right, this is not the time for
relationships unless you are already in one of course." The sadness in
Alan's voice made Tony think and was sure Alan had been in one. "Wonder
what happened?"

MGB 995, Simon went through the list of crew.
MGB 996, Simon called out the names of the crew.
MGB 997, Simon called out their names.
MGB 998, "Guess who is with me? Sorry chaps!"
Now that we are operational let me tell you where we will operate
from. We are going to Broadstairs in Kent where there  is a base still
under construction and will not be able to take us for another month, so
we stay here and will spend just about the whole time training as well as
carry out escorts and U-boat patrols. We will patrol in the half mile
box formation for good Asdic cover and the boat that picks up a contact
will lead the attack. All you gunners are off for two days on the range
at North Downs next week with the four Number One's. I am away for those
two days, Simon had got himself those two days at home.

"Welcome home Lieutenant Commander, Christ I am so proud my boy. Lets get
home I want to hear everything."
"I have only got over night dad, it takes hours to get home and back and
I had not better be late." They sat down and Simon did not stop talking
for hours. Andrew had no idea until now that Simon was commanding a small
flotilla of MGB's and needed to know all about them.
"Your knowledge about these boats will be very good after the war, I am
convinced we will get orders from abroad and our boats seem to be doing
well. We have had a lot of feedback about the new design and it all seems
positive. Just get through all this shit first Simon."
"Dad have you heard from Tony? I got a letter from him last week. Do you
know he is training to become a Doctor and made an officer?"
"Oh yes, he rang Thursday I think it was. He is very excited about the
whole thing and has taken his first big exam, don't know the results yet
though, but I am sure he will do well. I just wish you two could get off
together, its been so long now." Neither of them knew Tony was staying
with Alan and his family at the same time as Simon was at home.

The month flew by and even though they could have done with more training
together they were needed at their base and early one morning they all
slipped their moorings and began the long trip to Broadstairs, their new
home and their own war. It would be very busy, but as far as he knew it
would become his permanent base for the rest of the war.

They were given two days to get settled in and then went out on their
first patrol, all four of them which lasted 10 hours with no contacts and
then back home.
This was the pattern for the first two weeks with no contact with
anything German. The first was totally unexpected as they were not
even at sea.
When moored up one boat, on a rota basis would be on anti aircraft watch.
If there was an alert the local radar station would inform them and the
whole lot would turn out.
It was very early on this particular morning when the air raid warning
sounded and every gun was manned long before the attack began.
With a total of 16 x Bofors guns, 24 x Oerlikon's and 8 x .50 Brownings
as well as the guns already in place manned by the army, the 20 attacking
German bombers had the shock of their lives as they flew into a hail of
shells and bullets and by the time the formation broke up and ran away,
three of them had been shot down and four more badly damaged. Simon's
flotilla had drawn their first blood. Everyone was on a high, no German
bombs had been dropped except jettisoned in the panic to get out of the
area.
"Ok," Simon warned, "They know we are here and we can expect a bit of
interest from now on and all at low level, so boys we need to be aware of
that and not just rely on an alert." It was good thinking.

Simon called for the ropes to be taken in and the cox'n took MGB 998 out
into the Channel. It was midnight and they were on their own and going to
a point 10 miles south of Dieppe to land 5 agents who were to link up
with the French Resistance. They were down below to keep out of the way
and they would only be called on deck when they were within two miles of
the coast. Steven Williams stood next to Simon.
"Wish the moon would go to sleep Simon, I can see for fucking miles!"
"I have arranged cover when we get there Steven, meanwhile go down and
see if the passengers are ok would you?" Simon had thought nothing about
Steven other than what he had already been told about him being a good
officer and seaman, he also liked him as a person and what ever he had
been through, it did not seem to effect his performance.
The boat was at action stations and would stay like that until they got
back. Simon had his binoculars glued to his eyes, but could not see MGB's
995 and 996. They would be a mile behind and would escort Simon's boat
and only get involved if 998 was spotted.
Two hours later Simon called for the exhaust muffler to be engaged and
the outboard motors closed down. They would now creep in at just 5 knots.
The agents were called up and stood by the starboard side waiting for
Simon to stop. Nothing was said and every one was on high alert just
waiting to be fired on. Nothing happened and as the boat stopped they all
shook hands and the 5 men got into their canvas canoes and paddled away.
"Good luck to them Steven, brave men I'm buggered if I could do that,
whatever it is they are doing." They backed away and headed for home
having joined up with the other boats. Everyone was pleased with a
successful operation and slept well.

"Congratulations Tony. Your results were excellent and you can forget the
"acting" 2nd Lieutenant and I don't mind if you write to tell your navy
friend either." Tony was as pleased as punch, but he had a problem. He
already knew Simon would not get home for Christmas and he had been
invited to go to Alan's home. It would only be from the 24th until the
26th which would allow others to go home for the new year, but he also
thought about Andrew, he of course would be on his own. He thought about
it and declined Alan's invitation even though he wished he could. He
liked Alan a great deal and knew this was not exactly the same as Gary
had hoped for and it would have been a nice time, still family came first
and smiled at the prospect of seeing Andrew again and being able to talk
in an open way to someone who understood his and Simon's situation. He
hadn't exactly been living a lie, but having to bottle up about your
private life was a bit of a struggle, people in relationships spoke a lot
about it, so long as you were not homosexual of course. He rang Andrew
who was delighted Tony was coming home and the letter he got from Simon
was full of coded love and insults as to the dropping of his "acting"
rank. "Bloody junior officers, cheap as shit!"

All four of Simon's boats were escorting 10 cargo ships that they had met
up with just east of the Isle of Wight and would take them all the way to
London docks. Simon and 996 were a mile ahead of the convoy when they
were attacked by four fighter bombers. They came in low and were not
picked up by radar. The first they knew they had company was when the
first aircraft opened fire on them and missed. The second aircraft was
shot down by 996 and the other two flew off to regroup. Simon had his
boat at full speed and was heading back towards the convoy followed by
996 who were to say the least, chuffed.
The three aircraft were diving to attack and although no more were shot
down, the attack was broken off under the heavy fire coming at them. They
watched as the aircraft flew off and as soon as they had gone the Asdic
operator reported a contact.
"Bearing 195 1000 yards." This meant the U-boat was in a position to fire
on the convoy and as Simon was nearest he would be the first to attack.
He had the signaller contact the other boats and at full speed went to
the target, but not in time to stop them from releasing six torpedo's.
Simon would never be sure which was hit first, the cargo ship or the
U-boat. The ship sank within minutes taking most of the crew with it and
only 24 survivors and Simon's eight depth charges finished the lives of
all on board the U-boat. The celibration was some what muted, but they
still managed a few beers when they stood down when they got back.

Steven Williamson had grown to like his CO and as they were close in age
he felt he could talk to him, he had to find out what Simon knew about
him. Simon was also really good looking and that helped as well! He was
in his office when Steven knocked on the door.
"I need to ask you something, have you got time?"
"Of course, take a seat." Steven had never suffered with nerves and if he
needed to say or something, he would just get on with it, any reaction
would be dealt with as it occurred.
"What do you know about me? You must have read reports."
"Yes I do, but have not read anything about what you are getting at. I
was told and the Commodore thought I would ask for you not to join the
flotilla. I didn't and here you are. What's the problem?"
"No problem, I just wanted to know if you knew that's all."
"So, are you happy with that? Look I don't give a toss about anyone's
private affairs so long as it does not get in the way with work. You are
who you are and that's it as far as I am concerned and, for what its
worth, I am more than happy with you and everyone else on the boats, ok?"
"Thanks, may I can talk to you about it all some time?"
"If you want, but don't feel you have to, its none of my business."
"Can I take us out for a drink tonight as 998 is stood down for 24
hours?"
"No and the reason is we are not standing down, but going out tonight and
attack two targets off the Normandy coast. I have just had the CO in and
have got all the info about the attack. Do me a favour and get all the
lads in the crew room."
They did not know it then, but they would be attacking targets on what
would be known as Sword and Gold beaches on the 6th June 1944. The
Commanders wanted to know what state the defences were at and maybe cause
a bit of panic. Simultaneous attacks would be made by other boats on
other targets far to the east of them as well.

"It should be a good night, the Jerry's will think they are being invaded
with any luck. We are coordinated to open fire at 05 00 and we will
fire 12 clips from each Bofor which is of course 48 rounds from each of
them, 768 rounds from each boat should do SOME damage. Oerlikon's will
not fire, just give cover. After we finish firing, we leg it back here.
This apparently will be the first of quite a few of these interdictor
raids. Right, here are your targets."
Right on time and in good weather and a calm sea each pair of MGB's
opened fired and Steven yelled out corrections of aim. They would have no
idea just how much damage was done, but were sure of a panic amongst the
Germans. They fired their last bursts and got out as fast as they could.

 After the fifth of this type of raid Simon was told to go on rest for
two weeks, but not until he had got agreement that Steven would take
command of the flotilla.
"Thanks Simon, you must know what this means to me."
"After what you told me about yourself you deserve better and now you
know I am the same, at least we don't have a secret between us and in
some ways I love knowing two of the navy's best officers are comfortable
in who they are and one day people like us will be excepted and not
judged by what we are. It will take time though and no doubt we will be
old men before it happens."
"Simon, I know this sounds daft, but although I already like you as a
person and as my CO, I like you even more because of what we are. I cant
explain really, but I am so much more comfortable about you knowing about
me. Thanks again." Simon looked as Steven smiled at him and smiled back
thinking of Tony.

Tony was half way through his training and he had done wonderfully well.
He and Alan worked perfectly together and had built a strong friendship.
He felt a bit guilty at not going on his last leave to Hamble the last
time, but instead went with Alan to his home. It had only been 5 days,
but he was relaxed and happy, he loved the family and after a talk with
Sandra every thing was put in its place. However, it was becoming
increasingly more difficult having to be so quiet about himself. He
wanted Alan to know about him and Simon, all couples spoke about their
love, but not in his case. Homosexuals were never thought of as anything
other than abnormal and he did not want to risk loosing Alan as a friend
or indeed the main person helping him to become a doctor. Difficult to
say the least.

It was a lovely day and Tony and Alan were taking a break sitting out in
the hospital gardens. They sat quietly both with their own thoughts. Tony
was thinking about Simon and worrying about not seeing him for over a
year now and was it effecting Simon as much as it was him and were they
drawing apart and Alan thinking about Tony and wanting to tell him about
himself and how he felt. He was sure Tony was homosexual and was daring
himself to tell Tony he was as well.
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