Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 11:24:29 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Hut/21

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Axel writes to Simon.
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Simon peered through the binoculars from the bell tower with Axel
standing next to him. They could see the Germans sitting on the ground
and seemed to be having some sort of meeting and from the body language
it was not a meeting that had everyone's agreement as quite a few of them
seemed to be arguing with what looked to be the only officer in charge.
All Simon and Axel could think was the men, or at least a lot of
them, wanted to surrender and the officer didn't. "Axel go and get a
white flag, I'm going out there to talk to them."
"NO Simon! You will get killed."
"Do it now, it may stop more killing and tell the others I am going out
and don't shoot me by mistake! Tell them If the flag falls, open fire."
"I'm coming with you and don't argue you will need an interpreter."

Simon stepped out with a pillow case attached to a broom stick held up
high and waited. The Germans saw him and stood up with their weapons
ready. Simon waved the flag with both sides looking at one another.
Eventually Simon took a few paces forward followed by Axel, both made
sure the Germans knew they were unarmed by raising their arms. The
Germans remained still and Simon slowly walked towards them. When they
were 50 yards away they stopped and Simon told Axel to ask the officer to
come forward and talk. After sometime the officer slowly walked towards
them and once again Simon and Axel did the same until they stood no
further than 10 feet apart.

"We are here to ask you to lay your weapons down. We have massive fire
covering everyone of your troops. If you lay the weapons down you may
walk away. The war is all but over and there will be nothing to gain if
either of us opens fire."
"And who are you to tell an officer of the German Wehrmacht to
surrender?"
"I did not ask you to surrender, just lay your weapons down. For Christ
sake man even you should know its all over. Why carry on with the
killing?"
"I ask again, who are you? I do not recognise that uniform or your
assumed authority."
"I am Commander Simon Walsh of the Royal Navy and was captured and sent
here. We have taken the village over and all the German occupiers are
prisoners and safe. I ask again, please tell your men to lay down their
weapons, I wont ask again, we have 20 machine guns pointing at you plus
many rifles. We will not open fire unless this flag drops."
"Germans NEVER surrender. I am Hauptmann Hans Ritter and my men will
remain under my command and orders."
"For Christ's sake man your men are surrendering in their thousands!"
Simon tried humour. "I am Commander Walsh of the Royal Navy and I didn,t
fuck anyone to get it." Nothing. "Look Hans, the war is lost, go home
and be with your family, or do you want your men to become even more
victims of this bloody war?" Hans Ritter looked at Simon and smiled at
him and then looked around him. A look of resignation came over his face.
He looked around him again and then back at Simon.
"You really don't have any idea what we Germans are all about do you."
Before anyone could move he put his hand behind his back and bought out
the Luger he had in his belt, he stared at Simon as he put the gun to his
head and blew his brains out. He had carried out his last act on behalf
of his former Fuhrer who had done the same thing as Ritter a few days
back, however, by shooting himself many more would die needlessly.
Hearing the gun shot and Ritter falling to the ground, his troops could
be excused from thinking he had been shot by Simon and open fired
themselves followed half a second later by the villagers.
Two minutes later 112 men stood with their hands above their heads. Over
150 laid dead or wounded and all thanks to one German officers "pride."
Axel got to his feet screaming for help, Simon had been hit and now laid
on the ground with blood pouring out of his abdomen.

He was taken to the doctors house and laid on the kitchen table and he
went to work in an attempt to control the bleeding and keep Simon alive,
but he was in serious trouble and the doctor knew he would need help.
Without giving it a second thought Axel and three of the younger men got
the captured German car out and flew off towards where they hoped the
British were. Luck was on their side, they had only travelled 15 miles
when they came across a medical unit and after scaring the shit out of
the camp guards they were taken to meet Captain Alan Forsyth of the 4th
Medical Corps and after taking to Axel he knew he was about to meet
Tony's lover. He also came to realise that although all four lads were so
worried about Simon, Axel was beside himself as he pleaded with Alan to
go and save Simon's life.

Alan got a small team together and as much medical supplies he would
need, more would follow them as soon as they got themselves organised and
tend to the German wounded. Alan's driver had a hell of a job keeping up
with Alex and co as the they broke all speed records to get back. He was
taken straight to the doctors house and together with the medics with
them began to work on Simon.
Alan looked down at the seriously wounded Simon and looked the man Tony
had fallen in love with. "No wonder, if looks are anything to go by."

An hour and a half later he had removed the bullet and Simon was given
all they could to help him through the pain and hopefully to stop
infection, but he was seriously ill and the next few hours would be
critical.
Alan left Simon and went out to talk to the villagers, everyone of them
were outside the doctors house. He said all he could to reassure them.
"But I have to tell you Simon is very ill."
An hour later a field unit turned up and they also got to work on the 23
badly wounded former enemies, the surrender had already been announced.

Simon's condition remained critical, but Alan was hopeful as he appeared
to be stable. He gave himself a break and sat outside in the small front
garden. Axel came and sat with him.
"Will he come through Alan?"
"I cant be absolutely sure, he does not seem to be getting any worse, but
its still a bit early to say anything positive, we just have to hope
there will be no infection. We have done all we can and I have to get him
back home as soon as possible."
"My parents have told me I have to go the Brussels and try and find my
grand parents. I have to go tomorrow, do you think I can see Simon before
I go?"
"Of course you can, you can go and sit with him now if you want, but make
sure you don't wake him up. I take it you two were close friends?"
"I like to think we were very close." He was quiet for some time looking
at Alan. "Alan I may never see him again, but he is the reason we are all
still alive and I would have liked to have thanked him from all of us. I
will go and get writing paper and while I am sitting with him I can write
to him and thank him that way, will you please make sure he gets it?"
"Of course." Axel went off leaving Alan thinking about him and Simon and
then about himself and Tony.
Axel came back and went into the lounge where a bed had been made up
for Simon and he sat next to him and wrote his letter. He remained with
Simon until Alan and a medic came in to check him over. Axel took one
last look at Simon and Alan noticed the tears running down his face. They
looked at one another one last time and Axel went out to begin the long
journey to find his grand parents.

Two days later Tony finally caught up with the 4th and the first thing he
did was try and find Alan, but was told he had gone to Lowifontaine to
help with the wounded there. He went to report to his Colonel.
"Just the man I have been waiting for. Tony its good to see you again and
my dear man I have some good news for you, you are going back home and
after two weeks leave report to the Cambridge and finish off your time
there. We are hoping you will stay in the Medical Corps for another six
months and from there dear fellow we will help you get to where ever you
want to go, but we all hope you continue in medicine."
"Yes of course I will stay in and I will also stay in medicine and hope
to get a training hospital when I get out of the Army. May I go to that
village to meet with Alan?"
"Go tomorrow we have a little celebrating to do Tony."
"Celebrating? Celebrating what sir?"
"Congratulations on your Military Cross Tony, we are all so proud of
you."

Simon remained stable and had woken a couple of times, but seemed unaware
of what was going on. Alan on the other hand was more than aware of what
was happening and needed to get him away. He contacted his unit and
arranged for an ambulance to arrive early the next day and for the
communications officer to get an emergency evacuation slot on the first
DC3 as a priority 10 patient.
The ambulance arrived and Alan told them they would see how he was over
night and he would make his mind up first thing in the morning.
He sat with him all night and half the village sat outside the cottage
taking it in turns to come in one at a time to spend a few minutes and
then changed over with another one. It had quite an effect on Alan, Simon
was truly loved by these people.

Alan made his mind up and at 11 in the morning Simon was taken to the
ambulance with the entire village standing quietly by and whispering
their best wishes and thank you. Alan looked around, there was not a dry
eye among them.

Tony was on his way to Lowifontaine to meet up with Alan and could not
wait to see him again, he had missed him terribly during the past six
months. He had to pull off the road as an ambulance was coming towards
him. He allowed it to pass and drove off again. He and Simon had been
within feet of one another.

Alan was in his tent when Tony arrived, he was told where he was and he
went to find him. They took one look and threw their arms around one
another and held on for a long time. They sat on Alan's bed and talked
through all that had happened during the time they had been apart.
"Christ I have missed you so much Alan, but thinking about you kept me
going and I knew we would get through all this shit. Thank GOD its all
over." Alan meanwhile was wondering what Tony would think when he told
him about Simon.
"Did it help thinking about Simon as well Tony, you surely must have
done?"
"Of course, I have thought about him a lot, but most of it that he is
dead. I'm getting myself used to the fact he has gone and I will now have
to think about my life without him."
"Did you see an ambulance pass you when you were coming here?"
"Yes I did, why?"
"Simon was in it. He had only just gone before you got here, he is on his
way back home."
"He was HERE? Why? Tell me every thing please Alan." And then broke down
in tears of relief.

When he had regained some sort of composure he sat there
and listened while Alan told him all that he knew what Simon had been
involved in while he had been in the village and now he was badly
wounded. He did not know all the details and could not explain why Simon
in fact ended up in the village and not a POW camp. "All I know is he did
some fantastic work and as far as Axel tells me, he most probably saved
the entire village from being executed when the Germans surrendered.
There is a lot I don't know, but as I am staying here for another two
weeks, I hope to find out." Before they could continue a medic came to
the tent looking for Alan. "Sir, I have just cleared the room the
Commander was in and found this letter, its addressed to him."

Tony was still trying to let all this sink in and did not have time to
find out much more because he had to get back to camp and get ready to
fly out himself the following day.
 "What do you think his chances are?"
"Between reasonable and not bad. If he does pull through a lot of it will
be down to his own fitness."
"And you Alan."
"Hope so." Alan wished nothing else that Simon would pull through, but he
also knew the he and Tony would have no chance of developing
anything between them. He smiled to himself in a resigned sort of way.
"Life can be cruel at times" he thought, but despite that, he was of
course happy for both of them.

"Look Tony I have to go back, why don't you go to the mess tent and I
will meet you there in an hour or so. You will have to go soon anyway,
but we should have a little time before you do. Oh, you had better have
this letter from Axel and give it to Simon when you meet him."

Tony sat there looking at the letter and was telling himself off for even
thinking about reading it, but it may help him to understand what Simon
had gone through while he had been in the village. Simon would not mind,
he had never hid anything from Tony. He continued to stare at the
envelope for some time and then made his mind up.

He read the letter over and over again and as he did the joy he had had a
short while ago became nothing more than despondency. He laid the letter
on the bed and went out for a walk and all the time realising that unlike
him, Simon had not been so faithful and even became angry as he thought
about him and this bloke Axel having sex.

"I went to the mess, have you been here all the time?" Tony did not reply
and just handed the letter to Alan. "Read it."
 It was four pages long and for three and a half of them it was all about
what they had all gone through when Simon took charge and freed them from
the Germans and how much everyone of them were sure had it not been for
him, they could also have died like the five villagers already killed by
Albrecht and the four British prisoners who had been murdered by the same
man. There was no mention why they had been shot as Axel knew Simon would
know what he was writing about. So far anyone reading the latter would
realise Simon had done a fantastic job and the high regard all of them
had for him. No, it was the last paragraph that was the killer for Tony.

Simon, we all have a great deal to thank you for, but none more than me
and my memory of the time we shared. You were sleeping when I came to say
goodbye and this is why I am writing to you, but mainly because I need to
tell you of my deep affection I have for you and wish that we will meet
again one day and join together once more and make full
love only under much more peaceful circumstances. As I told you I hope to
go to St Georges hospital in London very soon and become the same as your
friend you told me about. Should you ever wish to, just contact St
Georges in a few months as I am sure of my placement there.

Take care and hurry back to good health.

Thank you for my life. With much love and all of my love.

Axel xxxx

They sat there for a very long time unable to say anything. Tony's world
had fallen apart and even Alan could not take it all in as he had been so
sure that Simon would never get involved with someone else, from what
Tony had told him about him anyway. He certainly knew that Tony wouldn't.
He had mixed feelings about all of this and if he was a complete shit he
could just push a button and Tony would be his, but even though that's
exactly what he wanted there was something not quiet right about the
whole thing.

"Well, I guess I did not know him that well then. For Christ sake he only
referred to me as being just a friend!" Tony thought for a while longer
and Alan just waited. "Ok, I'm not going to be angry, I am just going to
think circumstances bought them together like it must have done with
thousands like him. All I am glad about is I read that fucking letter and
now know Simon is not the person I thought he was, better late than never
I suppose." Tony looked at Alan and half smiled at him. "You have been
such a good friend Alan and never made my life difficult although I know
how you feel about me. You told me of your love and now I see no reason
why we should not get to know one another better and see what happens
between us. At least I know you will never go behind my back. I have to
go soon, but if I didn't I would stay with you tonight. As soon as we can
perhaps I can come and stay with you at your home?"
"Of course you can, but you are going home and it will be some time
before I do, meanwhile it will give you time to think all this through.
Tony I am convinced there is more to this."
"He had FUCKING SEX with that Axel bloke, that's ALL I need to know Alan.
The only time I need is to forget him, I wont even think of the times we
had together. I just wish I did not have to go back and get ready to go
home and I could stay with you tonight." He laughed "There is no fucking
home to go to anyway." Tony saying that meant he did not have to say no
to him about staying, Alan was still sure something was wrong, he would
try and find out when Tony left.
They cuddled in to say goodbye and a very unhappy Tony left Alan who was
thinking hard. He wanted to find out more about Axel and Simon, but at
the same time he didn't. Tony was sure Simon cheated on him and all Alan
had to do was let him think that and it would not be long before they
were together. BUT, Alan would always feel sure Simon did not cheat,
something happened that he needed to find out about and the reason he
thought that was what Axel said, or rather didn't say in his letter.


The celebrations throughout the country was at its height, but none more
so than those who had been told their sons were coming home! Andrew
was in his newly refurbished cottage when he got the call that Simon was
one of them. He listened to the surgeon who told him that Simon was at St
Thomas's hospital in London and would need to be operated on again.
"Commander Walsh is a very sick man, but with the care he received with
the surgeon over there and Simon's own fitness, I am confident he will
pull through."  Andrew asked that Simon would be told he was coming up
the next day and then phoned Trevor. "I will drive you up Andrew and
don't argue, meanwhile get your ass over here." Andrew had no intention
of arguing and got his ass over to Trevor's place.

Even though both men were slightly the worse for ware the following day,
Trevor managed to get Andrew to St Thomas's without doing any harm to
them or anyone else.
Trevor dropped Andrew off and went to see his sister, he told Andrew to
call him when he was ready to go back but not to hurry. "We have all the
time in the world now Andrew. We are free of this war and the filth will
be no more. Go and enjoy your son and give him my best wishes and welcome
him home."

Andrew was shown into Simon's ward and quietly sat down beside his bed
and looked at his son as he slept. His arms were on top of the sheets and
he held a hand and waited. While he looked at Simon and thanked God for
his life he wondered about Tony and prayed he had survived as well.

"Bloody hell Andrew the cottage looks fantastic!" Both men stood on the
path leading to the front door and looked at the transformed cottage with
its two new dormer windows giving light to the two new bedrooms, the new
thatch which included a new porch cover. In fact, everything was new and
Andrew could not be happier with the whole update, all he hoped for now
was Simon and Tony would come home and live the life he wanted for them.
He also thought about what Trevor had mentioned a couple of weeks
previously.

"Andrew I have a suggestion. You have said you would like Simon and Tony
to have a place of their own, well why don't you think about coming here
to live with me? That would give them a place of their own and we will
have the company of one another. I am sure we would get on very well, we
already do and, for me anyway, I would love to have you here. Don't take
it the wrong way, but you have become a very close friend and my home is
your home should you wish it."
"Do I have to sleep with you then Trevor?"
"Not unless I am totally pissed and you grow another leg!"
"Will you let me off repayment of the loan?"
"Christ, Simon and Tony have a lot to answer for. Two young lovers and
here is me wanting his dad to come and live with me! No you bugger, the
loan repayments stands, but having you here will go towards delays in
repayment if you should fall on difficult times."
"Sounds good, but repayment will never be a problem, my company is
assured for some time to come. We have enough orders for the next five
years and that will give us time to explore future developments. I feel
the same as you, you are a great friend and thank you for all you have
done for me Trevor and yes, I would love to come and live here."
"Right, that's that then. Lets get the two lads home and settled, then we
can think about ourselves, meanwhile its your round and mines a large
bottle of whisky."
"Can I take a loan out?"

Simon woke up and saw his father for the first time. "Its all over son,
welcome home. Just get well, I have shit loads of work for you!" Simon
could not take his eyes off of his father. Andrew lowered his face to his
son's and just gently touched cheeks whilst hold his hand. Simon did not
have much memory of all that had happened but knew he was now safe, his
dad being there told him that. He looked at Andrew again and smiled, then
went back to sleep still holding his hand tight. When he was able to,
Andrew got to a phone and called Trevor.
"I'm staying here Trevor to be with Simon for how ever long it takes."
"Andrew, I am also staying here, for how ever long it takes."

It did take a lot longer than expected, but as each day passed the better
Simon became and everyone knew Simon was well and truly on the
mend. After a week Andrew and Trevor returned home, a boat yard and a
bank needed them back.

By the end of the war millions had died and the whole world would be
affected one way or another for all time. However, there were many who
survived and because of the war found happiness, these four amongst them.

John Masterson, the RAF Sergeant Pilot Simon and Tony had pulled from the
English Channel, ended up a Flight Lieutenant with five confirmed kills
to his name and the DFC.
His lover Flight Sergeant Robin Osborn CGM had been posted to Malta and
was there when the Island was almost bombed into extinction. They lost
contact but had agreed to keep going to a certain pub after the war in
the hope they would meet again. John had been demobbed and got a job with
an insurance company and after work every night he would pop into the pub
for a pint then go home. He spent longer in the pub at weekends and on
this particular Sunday he was at the bar when he got a tap on his back,
turned round and the two were reunited. They would be together for life.

Lieutenant Commander Steven Williamson DSC and Simon's second in command
of the boat flotilla served with Lieutenant Robin Miller when he joined
the flotilla for the rest of the war and after it they would be together
running their small hotel in Cornwall.
Two of the four men shared one thing, John and Steven had Simon's phone
number.

It was Steven who phoned first and introduced himself to Andrew and asked
about Simon. After a long chat a relieved Steven put the phone down
called Robin up to the bedroom and made love to him. After Steven had
released a rather large load into his man and Robin had released a rather
large load all over himself, he asked what bought that on.
"Just heard Simon has survived, although he is still quite ill from being
shot. He is in St Thomas's hospital and should go back home in a month. I
could not be happier Robin."
"And while you were fucking me, you had Simon in mind?"
"Of course, always do!" Robin was very very strong and he made Steven
suffer massively, they loved it and even more so when they made up.

John phoned a week later and Andrew repeated the information. After a
long chat he went down to the garage where
Robin was up to his elbows in grease and oil servicing their car. John
went to him and dropped his overalls and gave him a blow job.
"What bought that on?"
"Just found out Simon is back and in hospital recovering from being shot
and just wanted you to be a part of the celebrations."
"Anyone else you know who survived!?"
"No, but pretend you do." Ten minutes later John went back indoors and
showered all the oil and grease off his cock, balls and bum.

Meanwhile Tony was getting on with his work with his usual enthusiasm,
but once he took a break, became miserable, as usual. He had been at the
Army hospital in Aldershot for nearly a month and by that time he had
hoped Simon was getting further from his mind and at the same time
waiting for Alan to call him when he had got back to England. He was in
fact disappointed that neither had happened, but that was about to
change.

"Hello Tony." Tony spun round and looked at the smiling Alan.
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