Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 22:16:41 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Hut/20

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Simon was pleased the Germans turned up.
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Apart from the lookouts and the two guarding the prisoners, the whole
village met in the school to discuss the invasion and how much longer the
war would take.
So far they had not been bothered by any Germans, but Simon knew someone
would come sniffing around at some stage.

"We really have to be very vigilant, we must be the only bit of Belgium
not under German control and I have a feeling they will cotton on soon
and we can expect visitors and because they know they are loosing the war
they wont be coming with flowers. I'm sorry, but we will have to be
prepared to fight. We also need to contact Chiny and Suxy villages and
find out if there is an underground movement in either of them and if
there is and they are active we should join them. My guess is that the
Resistance will become very active sabotaging anything they can blow up
soon."

Simon was not wrong, tons of supplies and agents had been dropped all
over German occupied Europe and the various Resistance movements would be
planning their various attacks against the enemy. Many of course would be
caught and hundreds would be tortured then shot. Lowifontaine village was
also at great risk should the German's realise the locals were in
control and take the village back, that is why Simon wanted to contact
the other villages to see if they could join forces and support one
another.

Andrew had not been able to sleep that well what with the demands of work
and the biggest worry of all, not knowing about Simon and now that the
cottage looked like a bomb site itself because of the work it was going
through, there was no where to sleep properly anyway.
"You are coming to stay with me Andrew until the work is finished, no
arguing and if you do I will take the loan back."
Andrew and Trevor Watson were having a pint together. "You look fucking
knackered. We can empty the cottage and store every thing at your yard
and then you can move in with me for the month or as long as it takes to
finish the work."
"I cant do that Trevor, it will disrupt you no end." It was a pathetic
excuse and Andrew knew it.
"Look, I live alone since Mary died, there are four bed rooms and try as
I might I can only sleep in one at a time, besides it will be lovely to
have company for a change. We will start tomorrow, I have just made your
mind up. Your round and mines a double whisky, if there is any."

It was all very sensible really and after spending half a day emptying
his cottage he moved in with Trevor. Andrew could now have a decent
sleep, once he was able to drop off that is, and it also did both him and
Trevor the world of good giving one another company. They soon got into a
routine every evening sitting in the lounge with a drink and both of them
winning the war over and over again. "It wont be long now Trevor, the
Allies have landed and it surely cant go on for much longer and maybe
then I will find out what happened to Simon. Strange isn't it, I don't
know if I am getting the cottage done up so I can grieve in it or welcome
Simon back home."

As the Allies advanced so did the 4th Medical Corps after Caen had
fallen. They were never that far from the front line and most of the time
they would be operating on the wounded whilst listening to the sounds of
battle 2 or 3 miles ahead of them. Now that the Allies had a firm
foothold in France movement of the wounded was much better and getting
them to an airfield to evacuate them back home had become much easier.
There was also a need for a doctor to go forward with a team of medics to
treat the most seriously wounded "on site" as it were. Tony volunteered
to be one of those teams and he and three other men loaded up a bren gun
carrier equipt with all that they would need to give better medical
aid. Two jeeps kitted out with stretchers would go with them and bring
the wounded out. It was an extremely good provision and many more lives
were saved that way, but it was also very dangerous in that they were
much closer to the fighting and many from their Corp and other Corps had
been killed when they got caught up in the action.

"Take care Tony please, just keep out of trouble won't you."
"Simon didn't and you never know, if something happens to me we could be
back together again." Alan looked at him and made up his mind he should
say what had been on his mind for ages now. He thought that Tony would
know anyway, but now he was going to the front line, he was going to tell
him and at least he would know of Alan's feelings even if it would come
to nothing between them.
"I just want you to know that Simon is not the only man who loves you and
I am convinced he could not love you more than I do. I'm sorry, but I
needed to say that. IF we find ourselves alone after the war is over I
just want you to know how I feel. I will never put pressure on you, but I
just want you to know that you need never be alone and I PROMISE you I
would never try and take Simon's place." Tony stood looking at Alan and
knew he would be a wonderful man to be with, quite apart from his
good looks he was one of the most genuine and sincere men he had ever
met.
"Alan, if I do find myself alone, it will take some time for me to work
out what I want and where I will be. The first thing I will have to do
is let Simon go first and God knows how long that will take and in any
case I first have to find out whether he is still alive or not."

Axel and two of the other younger men, all of whom had been victims of
Albrecht's sick mind, managed to get to Chiny and Suxy to find out if
they operated a Resistance group, but even though they had a much larger
population than Lowifontaine the Nazi's had 200 men guarding each village
and it was impossible for them to even think about any actions against
the invaders. Even going to the villages was risky and they could only
meet in the fields to talk. However, they knew that groups operated in
Mons and Liege and that's were they went next to find support.

It would take two months before they could make contact, but after a
trust was built up several men and women of the Resistance groups from
both Mons and Liege showed up and met with Simon and the more senior
men of the village to discuss what could be done to take the fight to the
enemy. The one thing that the visitors had not known of course was
Lowifontaine had the occupying Germans prisoner and this was a great
opportunity to move weapons and resistant fighters to the village not
only to defend the village, but to plan sabotage attacks against the
railway, telephone lines and any other targets like German troop quarters
when the Allies got closer. The weapons would be moved first and buried
in the fields and when the time was right bring in more fighters to join
those already in the village.
Just before they went Simon asked if a message could be sent to England
to inform them that he was alive and to let his father know. "Is that
possible?"
"We will do that my friend, its the least we can do, but we have to be
very careful when we send and how we send it. You understand your father
cannot be told where you are and what you are doing."
"Of course and thanks, but please don't put yourself in any danger doing
it please."
"We will be fine." Simon was beginning to learn that the Resistant
movements throughout Europe must be at a pretty high level of
competence and communication between the various groups and between
themselves and London was also very well organized. There would of course
be set backs and that would become apparent well after the war and it
would be recognised, eventually, that without these groups many more
Allied troops would have died and even the war could have been prolonged.

Steven sat in what used to be Simon's office and smiled as he put the
phone down. He jumped up and ran around like a demented Lieutenant
Commander who had just been told Simon was alive. Well he had by Captain
Osborne who had just been told by a friend in the Admiralty. He ran out
and screamed out for all the crews to get to the crew room. He stood in
front of them and could hardly contain himself. "The skipper is ALIVE!"
The whole lot got up and for some reason congratulated one another! It
was a happy day and made even better when a certain Sub Lieutenant
Robin Miller knocked on Steven's door.
"Come in if your handsome!" Robin opened the door and stuck his head
round the door.
"I am and you will!"
"I will what?"
"Cum in?" Simon got up and went to meet the lovely Robin and kissed him.
"Your place or mine?" Steven had found his love.

Andrew and Trevor stood outside the cottage and agreed it was looking
very good. "Those dormers look amazing and when the roof is thatched it
will bring the cottage into the 19th century at last. What do you think?"
"Looks good Andrew and its the 20th century by the way. Is that your
phone?"
"It can wait, I need a pint, your round I think."
"No Andrew, go and answer it first." They went in and Andrew picked it
up.
"Yes, I am Walsh." Trevor watched as Andrew listened to the caller and
saw the tears streaming down his face. He went and got a chair and
pushed it under his bum. He watched Andrew's face, this was either good
or bad news, but could not make out which it was. Andrew put the phone
down and he looked up at Trevor, but could not focus, not that it
mattered.
"He is alive Trevor! Simon........... is............ alive!"

They eventually got to the pub and celebrated with the rest of the
village men who happened to be in. Women were not welcome in the public
bar of pubs in those days and if they did go, they would have to sit in
the Bottle and Jug while their men got pissed and they would take them
home afterwards and pour them into bed.
"Andrew, if we don't go home soon I will have to give myself a bank loan
to pay for the next round. Come on my friend we have a whisky waiting."
They took the long route home, but only because neither of them could
walk straight and staggered all over the road which for Andrew was a big
problem as his artificial leg would not keep up, but at last they got
there and Andrew flopped into his arm chair.
"Right Andrew me old mate, single or double?"
"Single." Trevor poured doubles and also fell into his chair.
"Cheers Andrew and cheers to Simon as well." Andrew raised his glass and
took a sip.
"Trevor?"
"Yes old chap, how can I help?"
"What do you think about homosexuals?" Choke!

The very much alive Simon was sitting on his bed with Axel and three of
the other young men who were sitting on the floor and had also been
forced to perform for the Gestapo fuckwit who was now in a cell with
lower ranks and like them, just in his underpants.

"So General do you think we are ready?"
"Oh yes, well I think so, I just want the Allies to get closer and then
we can get involved. You lads want your country to be free of this shit
and I want to get back to mine. I just hope my father knows I am still
alive and I hope Tony gets to know that as well." The villagers had
elevated him as leader and he wished he wasn't. He just wanted this to
finish and find Tony, but he had to focus otherwise he could fuck up and
they would all be in trouble.

"Simon, we know you are our leader and I know you wished you weren't. We
all know you don't want to fuck up and want to finish this so you can
find Tony, but just focus for a little while longer and we WILL have our
country back and then you can go back to yours." Simon looked at Marcell
and smiled at him.
"You have been reading this fucking story haven't you?"
"Story? What story? I am just a mind reader."
"Anything else in my mind you can read?"
"Oh yes."
"Like?" Marcell thought for a while and smiled.
"You want us to lay you down on your bed and take all your clothes
off and then all four of us will lick and suck your whole body until you
scream out to fuck us and while you are fucking us, you want Axel to fuck
you and while he is we will all cum over your face and lovely body as
Axel cums inside you." Simon looked at them all as they
expectantly smiled back at him.

The church bell rang out and he was actually quite pleased the Germans
had turned up!

The village was on a higher level than the surrounding fields and there
was a clear view all around them from the church tower which included the
narrow lane that lead into the village and out again.
As rehearsed time and time again the village took up positions and waited
for Simon to signal for them to open fire when and if he did.
Within two minutes he was peering over the low wall in the bell tower and
saw a car with an officer and driver and an open lorry with ten troops.
Simon rushed back down and hid waiting for them to drive into the main,
and only road, in the village. The car came to a halt followed by the
lorry. They sat there and must have wondered why the street was empty,
not a sole about. Simon looked on as the officer got out of his car and
ordered his men out of the lorry. Simon smiled as Axel came out of his
house dressed in his Gestapo shit and watched as the officer came to
attention followed by his men and shouted, "Hail Hitler!" Axel went
towards the officer followed by the ten villagers dressed as German
soldiers and the next thing they knew was a machine gun was pointing at
each one of them. Axel got in front of the officer and said, in German of
course, "Welcome to free Belgium! If just one of you goes for his weapon,
you will all be shot." He raised his right arm and middle finger. "Fuck
Hitler!" Simon came out of hiding and joined the happy bunch. "Hello
chaps, lovely day for being captured." They crammed them in with the
other prisoners after telling them to undress and then off loaded the
lorry which had a load of food and weapons plus ammunition. This little
band of Germans were only passing through it seemed and not there to
check the village out.

"What on earth do you mean what do I think about homosexuals? I have no
idea, don't know any."
"How do you know you don't? I shouldn't imagine they go about with their
dicks hanging out."
"Not really thought about it Andrew, why are you one?" Trevor burst out
laughing then stopped when Andrew didn't join in.
"ARE YOU!?"
"No, but I have been reading about Oscar Wilde and what he went through
because of what he was and even though he had three trials, he was never
convicted of homosexuality, but gross indecency and got two years. He
died shortly after he was released, he was ruined and everyone turned
their backs on him. I know he was a pseudo aristocrat and lived above his
station of those times, but my word he was ground in the dirt by the
Marquess of Queensbury because his son was Wilde's lover."
"So where is all this going?"
"I just wonder what right anyone has to condemn two males simply because
they have a different sexual preference and could in fact be in love. I
came across two ratings on my ship during our war who were engaged in a
physical act, they did not see me and I got the hell out of the chain
locker where I had seen them. I never did say anything because I knew
them as good sailors before I caught them and after. What I am saying is,
if I had not caught them my opinion would not be less about them as
sailors or decent men."
"Queensbury, didn't he make the rules up for boxing?"
"Yes and he was a complete shit, a dreadful man apparently and if I had
the choice of being a friend of him or his son, I would choose the son."
There was a long silence. Trevor was wondering why Andrew had bought this
up.
"If you are telling me Simon is homosexual and Tony is as well because
they are so close, well my friend I have no opinion whatsoever! I had
a nine month fling myself with a chap at my University and will never
regret it. There Andrew what do you say to that!?"
"I'm going to lock my bedroom door!"

By now it was February 1944, none of them knew it then, but there was
just three months of war left and they were about to begin their
contribution in Germany's defeat. The Allies knew the end was near and
all Resistance groups had been contacted asking for maximum effort. By
now 10 of the citizens from Mons and Liege had settled in the village and
a lot of planning had been carried out under the leadership of four of
the more senior members. Lowifontaine villagers insisted Simon would
remain in overall charge. No body had a problem with that although if
Simon had been asked first would have been quite happy to sit back and
follow. His leadership was about to be tested and at one stage he would
be one against the lot of them.

Tony was exhausted, it had been non stop since he and other units had
arrived just behind the ever moving front line and now, right on it.
However, there was one big difference, a large number of the wounded were
German, they were surrendering in droves and after treatment sent to POW
holding camps. They had now crossed into Belgium and were heading south
at a steady rate. He and the main field hospital had separated as Tony's
group were sent to cover several miles of the front line.
 He and his small band of men would grab what sleep they could and then
go back out again. On this particular occasion there was a hell of a
fight going on ahead of them, they knew a small group had been cut off
and by the radio talk coming back four were badly injured and in urgent
need of medical help. Tony went to see the CO and he agreed to send down
massive covering fire which saw Tony and his driver, Charlie Spencer
going as fast as they could while bullets pinged off the carrier. They
arrived and got to work on the four men and after more covering fire
they did the return trip.
This is just one brief account of many hundreds like it and that's why
many Military Crosses and Military Medals were awarded to the various
medical corps during the war in all theatres.

 Simon took his turn on patrol with a group of ten. Five went of in one
direction and his in another. They had got a mile from the village to and
area that dropped down and was one of the few places that could not be
seem from the church tower and it was a good hiding place to observe
from. They got to it and finding nothing Simon posted a lookout and had a
break, they would not go further and would go back to the village shortly
afterwards.
They just chatted away, but all of them were mainly thinking about that
night when they were all going out to attack four different targets. Two
attacks on rail lines a mile apart from one another and blowing up
telegraph poles at different locations. The captured German lorry with
five men on board would drive to within 300 yards of a barracks a mile
from Mons and mortar bomb it. This was by far the most dangerous of the
attacks, but if it went off well it would leave the Germans thinking that
military units were much nearer than they thought.

Simon just wandered around absent mindedly kicking the ground
and thinking about Tony and hoping his was safe when his foot hit
something that made him look down. It was a hand. An hour later they
uncovered the bodies of four British soldiers still in their uniforms and
each with a gun shot to the head. They had been executed.

They returned to the village and Simon sent a party out with the doctor
who would examine the bodies and bring them back for burial in the church
cemetery. These had all been young men who had been "chosen" by Albrecht
to perform for him. They had not been sent to POW camp after all and
Simon now knew this would also have happened to him.
At a meeting the whole village agreed they wanted all the prisoners shot
and Simon found himself on his own, even Axel was against Simon and was
one of the most vocal in demanding the deaths of the prisoners.

"I will not be a party to a lynch mob. That man and those who killed the
soldiers will face a court and will be hung,  but I am not his judge, I
know I cant stop you from shooting them on my own, but if you do I will
get out and try and join up with my forces. If you carry out an execution
of these people, you will be no better than them and I know you are."
That seemed to satisfy them although Simon was convinced someone would
get to Albrecht and those who had guarded and abused them for two years.
They reluctantly agreed to let them live and focused on that nights
operations, the Hun were about to get a kicking.

Simon sat in his room with Axel. "He would have killed everyone in
the village you know that don't you Simon?"
"I'm sure of it and I think he gets as much pleasure killing as he did
watching men have sex." There was nothing to laugh about, but Axel came
close to it when he gave a half smile. "We stopped him Simon and its
quite possible we saved the whole village by doing what we did, pity in
one way though, you never made full love to me, still there is always
time." How easy it would have been for Simon to do just that, but he was
still hanging on hoping that he and Tony would both come through and get
back together and start to get to know one another again.

Simon led the attack on the barracks and by the end of it they scored
many hits and fired on the transport compound and must have caused a
great deal of damage. All the groups got back safely and went to their
various positions to take up defence, but nothing happened.

They went out two more times attacking other targets one of which was a
small convoy and after they had finished with it, it would no longer be
of any use to the mighty Third Reich. After the last attack the Germans
caught on and began to search village by village, but at the same
time retreating from the advancing Allies. Lowifontaine was about to meet
them.

The church bell rang out and did not stop, telling them all this was a
big force coming towards the village. Simon got to the bell tower and
looked through binoculars and counted 10 troops carriers with 20 troops
in each one and four supply lorries. In the front was a staff car with
three officers.
There was a mad rush as every one got into position and waited for Simon.
He would stay in the tower with a rifle and fire on the officers in the
car and as soon as he did the rest would open fire, two MG 34 machine
guns were also in the tower.

Four MG 42's plus two Bren guns and four 3 inch mortars  as well as 20
riflemen were in position and would give massive fire power. However,
they were against seasoned troops and a lot more of them, surprise
and the first couple of minutes or so would make the difference.

On the German's right was a steep bank, not high, but nothing could get
up it and when the convoy was passing that point, that's when Simon would
open fire.  The villagers were dug in and hidden opposite the bank at no
more than 50 yards. He looked through his telescopic sight and aimed at
the officer sitting at the back, high ranking officers always sat there.

What followed was nothing more than a massacre as every weapon opened up
and Simon stood there looking on as many men died and what for? Well, in
a nut shell, to stop themselves from being massacred. Not one of the
enemy survived.

It took the rest of the day clearing the lane of bodies, burying them and
pulling the trucks off the lane. They salvaged all they could and by the
end of the day had even more weapons to fight with. They just hoped the
British would get there before they had to use them again. Apart from
lookouts they all met in the school and talked about what would happen
next, they knew the Germans would be back. In the end they agreed all
they would do is defend the village and not carry out any more sabotage
operations, just wait to be liberated. The news coming through told them
it would not be long now and they estimated the British were no more than
10 miles away. They sent out four men to go and find out and tell the
army Lowifontaine was free of Germans.
 Simon got them into even more defensive positions with their new
weapons and man everyone them round the clock. It was just as well as two
days later a large group of Germans were spotted heading their way.

Tony and his small group of medics were told to pack up and rejoin his
group and the following day moved out with a company of infantrymen as
soon as the sun came up. He could not wait to see Alan again and wondered
if he was safe. He and his group had been under fire many times now and
it was a relief that they would travel in comparative safety. They were
about three days from the 4th Medical Corps and as he travelled Simon was
about to engage in his last act of the war. Tony had no idea of course he
was getting closer all the time towards Simon and it was hardly
surprising the only person on his mind was Alan. He had thought a great
deal about Simon and hoped and prayed he was still alive, but was not at
all confident now that he was. All he could do was hope and wait and
asked himself over and over again what he would do if he found out that
Simon was indeed dead and could not help thinking that Alan would always
be there for him. He already knew he was very fond of Alan, not in love
with him, but that COULD change, in time?

They estimated there were 300 German soldiers coming towards them with no
more than their own weapons and no heavy guns.
"I am bloody sure this lot are looking to surrender, anyone want to come
with me and find out?"
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