Date: Mon, 5 Oct 2020 15:51:07 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 37a

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`No, no, she saved us, she pushed us to the ground'

Mr MacDonald, glanced over and then took off his jacket and placed it over
Daphne, he then got down beside us.

I hugged Davy tightly smothering him in kisses, as his little face looked
into mine and in a weak voice, he said

`It was a Heinkel 111, bomber, Mr G, just like the card'

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 37 a



Davy continues the story


We had been brought to the staffroom, all of us from the meadow; apart from
one. Forts had, had to be dragged away from her body, he was still
sobbing. Mr G had marched straight over to the phone, PO Morgan and him had
been in deep discussion all the way back.

`Hello? Hello, is that you Flight?....... Squadron Leader Gethin Evans
here..., Yes I bloody know, I am at the Castle dealing with the bloody
mess...What, no, I bloody won't be congratulating him, I want that bloody
idiot in my office first thing tomorrow morning,...No, you're not
listening, I don't give a shit if he shot the bloody plane down'

Mr G glanced round at us and dropped his voice, cupping his hand as he
spoke into the mouth piece.

`That idiot machine gunned one of the very civilians we are supposed to be
bloody protecting. I want him on my office first thing tomorrow morning, do
you hear me?

Mr G slammed the phone down, he picked up his glass and drained it,

`Sorry you had to hear that'

He smiled at me

`But you said Squadron Leader?

`Yes Davy, that was my other bit of news for you, somehow, I never got the
time to tell you, in war time people get promoted quickly'

He sighed, Forts and I were sat holding each other's hands, I gave his a
gentle squeeze, he glanced up at me, his face was streaked with mud and
tears, gone was the sparkle in his eyes.

`She, saved us and died'

Forts began sobbing again, Mr G came over got down on his knees and wrapped
his arms round him.

`She was very brave and very special Forts; we won't forget her'

`If...If...I had just thought...Davy and I...should have been on the
ground...You have always said to lie down...I just panicked and ran...and
now she is dead'

`Forts, you can't blame yourself, you did nothing wrong, nothing'

Forts tear stained eyes scanned the room

`Where's Maureen and the other girl?

`Margery took them both back to the barracks, she is looking after them
there, son, don't worry they are both okay, just upset, like the rest of
us'

Pilot Officer Morgan, spoke quietly stroking his glass, Forts began to sob
again, I squeezed his hand tighter, I had absolutely no idea what to say,
that might comfort him; so, I said nothing.

Mr MacDonald, he was still in a state of shock, he was staring into the
fire place, gripping his glass. I glanced round the room, Mr Morris and
Brookmeyer, were silently cuddled up on the other couch, Pilot Officer
Morgan was standing quietly to the side. Mr MacDonald, shook his head and
broke the silence.

`Well at least, none of the other boys saw what happened, it could have
been so much worse. Gethin, we will have to speak about what more we can do
to ensure everyone's safety in future.'

He emptied his glass, several hours had passed since `it' had happened; I
couldn't even say what it was, just `it'. I sat staring at Forts, would
anything ever be the same again, the war had well and truly arrived at
Castle Frazer. That night I snuggled up to Forts, he only wanted to cuddle,
I woke several times to him sobbing; it broke my heart.



Mr MacDonald take over the story


It had been an awful week, I had struggled with what to say to the boys at
the morning assembly; especially as Gethin had confirmed, his suspicions,
unofficially of course; Daphne had in fact been killed by bullets from the
Spitfire as it attempted to shoot down the German bomber; such a pointless
waste of a young life; the bomber crashed later near Aberdeen, severely
damaged, unable to fly any further.

Forts, the poor lad was inconsolable, blaming himself, Davy bless him was
doing his best to try bolster him up, but the strain growing on them both,
was obvious. I was sitting in the staffroom; hiding? Probably. when I heard
a gentle tap on the door.

`Come in'

The door seemed to creep open, I shuffled in my chair, who was it? I was
just about to shout come in again, when a face I hadn't seen since
Christmas peaked round the door, I leapt up, at last something good.

`Archie,...Archie Campbell'

We met in the centre of the room, I wrapped my arms round him, hugging him
tightly.

`Athol, so good to see you, I heard what happened, I wanted to come over
and make sure you were okay'

We hugged some more and I pushed my face into his neck. I felt myself
welling up; I desperately needed someone to speak too, an old friend,
someone who knew me well, and here he was. The pointless death of Daphne
had really affected me, seeing her unseeing eyes staring out, imagining
that it could have been Forts or Davy was a recurring nightmare; not to
lessen the loss of Daphne, so full of life one minute and dead the next. I
hated this war already.

I sobbed into Archie's neck, trying to hide my face, having been brought up
when `big boys don't cry'. I had for the last week buried my emotions.

`Oh Athol'

Archie hugged me back and kept up the tight squeeze, he kissed the side of
my head.

`Come on, let's sit down'

He took my arm, there was a knock at the door. Archie glanced round as I
tried to wipe my eyes, luckily Archie answered for me.

`Not now, come back later'

Tap, tap, tap

I rubbed my face again

`I had better get it'

`No, you sit down let me'

I don't think he realised how grateful I was, I sat as he crossed to the
door, he opened it a few inches. I heard his voice change

`Hello Davy'

`Mr Campbell, how good to see you again, is Mr MacDonald free?

Davy's voice sounded positively lifted seeing Archie, Archie voice dropped,
but I could still make out what he was saying.

`Davy, now is not a good time, can you come back in an hour?

Archie closed the door and turned the key, he came back over to me,
kneeling down in front of me, I looked up, straight into his face, he
looked so sad to see me in this mess. He wrapped his arms round me again
and kissed the side of my head, comforting me, gently rocking with me.

Archie and I went back a long way, we had been at school together, he had
been the first guy I had, had a crush on; we had even indulged our young
love passionately; that is until my father found out. He had caught Archie
and I naked in my bed together both aged fourteen, his furious shouting and
curses, had shaken the very walls of the Castle; my mother had thought he
would have a heart attack. Archie had been escorted from the Castle, never,
while my father lived, to return.

Confused, shocked and ashamed, I had begged my father's forgiveness and had
sworn to give up, what he called my perversion. I tried so hard to be like
other `normal' guys, I had knelt praying every night, begging God to make
me `normal' but it never happened; in my mind even God had abandoned me, I
was dammed.

It was precisely then, that Archie's and my path separated; my father saw
to that. I was taken out of the local school and sent to a boys only
boarding school; I have to laugh now.

I had tried to get messages to Archie; I loved him, but that proved
impossible, all my letters were returned unopened. I brutally learned of
this, when my father turned up at my school, I was taken to the head
master's study; where he had left my father to belt seven shades of shit
out of me, oh and to speak about the error of my ways.

My future; my father had screamed, as he threw all my letters to Archie;
all opened, at me. Was mapped out before I was born, by convention and
tradition; as the Laird in waiting, I was supposed to; No, I was going to
get married and have a large family to carry on the family line and name.

At seventeen; I finished my schooling and returned home, with my `acting',
for a short time peace reigned at the Castle. I had even been introduced to
an eligible young lady, albeit with a history. My father's scheming again,
in his mind he had reasoned that if he found me someone older, wild and
experienced in bed, I would be seduced to the `straight path', that had
failed after one night of sexual fumbling; best described as a disaster. My
father, on hearing about the failure of his plans had screamed at me.

`You have responsibilities, one day you will be MacDonald, Laird of the
MacDonald clan'

I had shouted back,

`An honour, I didn't ask for it and don't want'

`You don't get that option! For fuck sake none of us do'

Seeing he was getting no where with me he had turned on my mother, berating
her for how I had turned out, and unforgivably for not providing him with
any other children; Mum, had nearly died giving birth to me, her
traumatised body was unable to have any other children. With my mother now
sobbing on the floor, he had turned on me again hurling more insults and
threats.

`You will marry;...fuck your bumboys if you have to, but you will marry and
have children to carry on our family name'

With that sentence, he had revealed the full depth of his bigoted
hypocrisy; I walked away that day, my relationship with dad broke down
completely. I knew I had to escape from this life that was stifling me; I
knew what I wanted and having been abandoned by God and everything I knew
and loved. I had made my own peace with myself and accepted who and what I
was, so with him bellowing at the front door,

`Never darken the castles doors again and forget about your inheritance,
you are dead to me'

I walked away to my new life. I left for University, then teacher training
and then a job in London, I never spoke another tender word to my father,
in fact I avoided him. Mum had tried to reconcile us a few times, but
looking back Dad and I were probably both to proud and as stubborn as each
other, to ever give each other a meaningful apology.

Mum died a few years later, unable to accept what had happened to her
family; she died not of a broken heart, but of one torn apart. I hated my
father for it, as much as I was consumed by my own feelings of
worthlessness and guilt. He never did write me out of his will; I guess I
will never know why he didn't.

Archie? I never saw again, after my father caught us in bed; my father saw
to that. I heard years later Archie had continued at school before leaving
and training as butcher, he had then married a local girl and on the death
of his father he taken over the family farm. But tragedy had followed him
too, a man of principle and decency, he had been honest to his wife and she
unable to cope with knowing he loved another, and a man at that; she had
taken her own life. He had been single ever since, with no children.

This Christmas had been the first time I had seen him in years; then, if
you remember, I had introduced him to the delights of Davy, rather than,
spending time alone with him like I should have, maybe revisiting our past
love, I don't think I realised how much he still meant to me.



So here he was, the man who had given up so much, because he loved me; yes
me, and at my time of need, he was here for me, hugging me and kissing my
head, comforting me. I felt him stand up, aware his eyes were watching me

`Can I fix you a drink?

I nodded, he moved from in front of me to the drink's cabinet, I heard the
glass stopper pulled from the crystal decanter and the chink of crystal on
crystal as he poured out two glasses. I stood up and crossed over to him,
he smiled as he handed me the glass.

`I think you need a break away from here, how do you fancy coming to the
farm for a few days, something completely different?

He misread my eyes

`Oh no pressure on you, I know you have moved on, just a break; sometime to
get yourself back together'

I took his glass from his hand and place it on the table with mine.

`Archie, you misunderstand me, I would love to spend some time with you;
maybe it could be just like old times'

Our lips met in the space between us, drawn imperceptibly together, we
kissed passionately, our minds reengaging the enthusiasm of our youthful
kisses, my hands dropped to his trouser covered butt, I squeezed him close,
our groins coming together, his hand pushing under my sporran, gripping my
hard cock, I gasped, as the years fell away. He pulled back from me his
hands holding me at arm's length.

`Sorry Athol, I am sorry, I lost myself there'

`No Archie, please, I wanted it, I wanted it too'

He stood studying my face, he seemed pensive.

`Can we take it slowly Athol, it hurt, so badly the last time especially
never hearing from you, I wrote several times; but my letters were always
returned unread, let's get to know each other again, can you cope with
that?

`But I did write, lots of times, my letters to you were returned unopened
too'

My heart sank, we had been manipulated and hadn't even known. Archie took
another swig from his glass.

`Let's see how it goes'

I knew he was right, many years had passed, many things had changed, I
stepped back.

`Let me have a look at you'

When he had arrived, I had been over whelmed with emotion, I had just seen
his face, at Christmas, Davy had laughed with me about how uncomfortable
Archie had been in his Long kilt and fly Plaid, now stood before me was the
real Archie.

`Hey where are your shoes?

`Oich, I came in the land rover in my wellies, I forgot to bring shoes;
it's been a while since I have been here, remember. I was nervous enough
about coming over, never mind remembering shoes'

He laughed, he still had that same laugh, I looked down at his feet, beige
socks, Green Corduroy trousers, a checked green shirt and tweed jacket;
every bit the farmer.

`I am so pleased you came Archie, honestly, I can't think of anyone I would
see rather than you, come and sit down'

We picked up our drinks and got comfortable on the armchairs.

`Davy will be back soon Athol'

`Yes, is it okay if I see him quickly?

`Of course, it will be good to see him again'

Archie nodded, we chatted and laughed like old friends; our conversation
filling in the missing years, I watched as he put his glass down.

`Athol, I am serious about you coming to the farm for a few days, if you
want too'

I was about to answer, when there was a tap at the door.

`Come in Davy'

`Sorry to interrupt Mr MacDonald, hello again Mr Campbell'

Archie smiled

`Hello again, Davy'

Davy looked a bit worried,

`No problem, what can I do for you Davy?

Davy's eyes went from me to Archie

`Go on Davy, Archie is okay'

`It's Forts Mr MacDonald, he is so sad, I don't seem to be able to stop him
crying, he just keeps saying he killed Daphne,...with his stupidity'

I had been fearing this, Forts had blamed himself at the time, I had hoped
it would pass; it obviously hadn't. Davy shuffled his feet

`And there is something else'

`Go on Davy'

`I found this; Forts sketched it'

Davy handed me a piece of paper, on it was drawn nearly a complete circle
of trees, at their centre was a small plinth, on top of that a dove in
flight. I looked at Davy, handing the piece of paper to Archie.

`Forts drew this?

Davy nodded

`It's a sketch of a memorial to Daphne, I think, I couldn't get him to talk
about it, please can you speak to him Sir, I am really worried about him,
he keeps saying it should have been him that died'

A tear rolled down Davy's cheek; then he lost it completely. Archie was
quickly out of his chair comforting him. This awful event was straining us
all. I sat watching the two people I had ever truly loved, I needed to do
something. I made a copy of the drawing and explained to Davy he must
return the original to Forts. As head of the School, I had to move us all
on, drag us all out of the morass, I looked at Archie.

`Archie, has that farm house of yours got enough room for two more
visitors?

He knew who I meant, straight away, he nodded and spoke to Davy

`I hope you and Forts have got wellies'



Davy take up the Story


It was a bit of a quiet journey over to Archie's farm; Oh, Mr MacDonald was
trying to be as upbeat as he could, he was pointing out landmarks and
relating stories of his childhood, but nothing seemed to lift Forts; he was
in a dark place. It had taken all my persuasion and that of Mr MacDonald to
get him to even agree to come, finally he had relented, and that was where
we were.

The Farmhouse, was built of local stone, it looked grey and imposing.

`Sorry it's not as posh as the Castle your used too boys'

Archie joked as he met us at the door.

`Give me your cases, and let me show you your rooms, then I need you both
changed quickly boys, I have a few special jobs for you'

We all made our way into the house and upstairs, I watched as Mr Mac and
Archie, exchanged glances, there was an odd mumbled word, then a laugh and
then Archie was saying

`Well in that case, if you don't like the colour of that room, you had
better be in with me'

Mr MacDonald and him smiled and exchanged a fleeting kiss

`You boys are down here'

`What if I don't like the colour Mr Campbell'

He let out a belly laugh

`There's no more room in my bed, so let's hope you do, he has got ears like
a bat that one Athol'

Forts and I were shown into a large room down the end of the corridor, it
had a big double bed against one wall, with assorted old furniture around
the walls; it looked and felt oldie worldie. I went to the window it looked
out over fields. I gave Forts a big hug, he didn't return it, he just
forced a weak smile.

`I love you, Drageon'

He nodded and half heartedly blew me a kiss, his eyes were dead.

`Come on you two, get changed quickly, plenty of time later for smooching,
downstairs, as soon as you can'

Archie grinned round the open door, we both changed and made our way down,
following the voices to the kitchen, it was a huge room, a large inglenook
chimney contained a large range, on top of that sat a huge kettle, I had
never seen one that big, I crossed to the range, Archie could obviously
mind read

`Its big huh? I use it for hot water during the day, the range is
permanently on, shame to waste the heat'

`No hot water apart from this?

He grinned and laughed

`Oh, don't you like cold showers, young man?

I shook my head as both he and Mr MacDonald laughed, Forts said nothing,
just sat staring into space. It didn't escape Mr Mac and Archie, they both
exchanged worried glances. My heart sank.

`Right boys, come on Forts, come on Davy, I have important jobs for you
both, follow me'

We followed Archie out the back door and across the cobbled farm yard to
one of the three horse boxes facing the house, Archie, peered over the
first half stable door.

`Hello Morag, I have some guys for you to meet'

There was a whinny from inside, I tried to peer in, I looked at Forts,
nothing, Archie slid across a large bolt and opened the bottom half of the
door and went inside.

`In you come you two, I hope your not afraid of horses, meet Morag'

Standing next to Archie was a monster, I gasped stepping back

`In you come no need to be worried, she is as gentle as a kitten'

I had never seen a kitten that big, Archie informed us that Morag was a
Clydesdale mare, she towered over us all and had hooves the size of dinner
plates.

`Now Morag here is due to foal any time now; aren't you girl'

Archie clapped her neck and stroked her ear.

`I want one of you boys to stay with her and call me if she starts to have
it, Forts, as Davy looks terrified, can I leave you in charge here, just
make sure you holler if you need me'

Forts nodded half-heartedly, Archie, gestured him closer

`Over you come, now the way you say hello to a horse, you breath into their
nose, like this'

Archie demonstrated, Morag's ears twitched and she let out a comforting
rumbling noise.

`Here Forts, your go'

I watched as Forts repeated, what Archie had done.

Morag gave another rumbling noise and, pushed her nose into Forts shoulder,
she gave another little whinny and a snort.

`Well she seems to like you'

Forts for the first time in a week gave a real smile and began clapping her
on the neck.

`If she wants to lay down that's fine, just watch you don't get squashed'

Archie, clapped Morag on the side once more and headed for the door

`Come on Davy, more work to be done'

I looked back Forts was stoking Morag's side and quietly speaking to her. I
trotted after Archie, he looked every bit a farmer, he was about five feet
eight or nine perhaps, had rugged good looks and short brown hair, I had
seen him naked at Christmas, he was well muscled; why did I do that, always
thinks of the men I was with naked, I chuckled to myself.

`In here Davy'

He led me into a long white washed single-story barn, it was pretty gloomy
inside, as my eyes became accustomed to the reduced light, I saw a small
pen, inside it were at least ten young calves, they all began pushing
forward, mooing.

`Were here, were here, they are all hungry Davy, think you could feed them
for me?

Archie grabbed a couple of bottles, each a foot long, with a long teat
attached, Archie demonstrated what I was to do.

`That's it, I will be back soon, carry on and make sure you don't miss one'

And he was gone.



Forts takes up the story


I could feel the warmth from Morag, she shuffled on her feet, every now and
then making gentle rumbling and snorting noises, her big horse eyes looked
into mine, did she sense my sadness?

She shuffled about a bit more and seemed to be moving the straw with her
feet into a pile, I began to help her, not knowing if I was doing the right
thing or not, she nudged me with her head a few times, I was sure she was
getting me to put the hay in the right place. I clapped her neck, she
pushed her muzzle into me, snorting, I repeated what Archie had shown me
and found myself speaking softly reassuring her, I wasn't going anywhere,
her eyes never left me. It wasn't long, before Morag, got herself down onto
the straw, she stretched out those long legs, letting out little whinnying
noises, I got myself down next to her head, gently stroking her, I was
getting a bit worried, should I get Archie now, I didn't want to leave
her. I moved round so her head could rest in my lap, she looked calm, her
ears twitching as I gently stroked and spoke to her. She lifted her head
and her ears became erect, I looked towards the door, I heard a metal
bucket being put down, Archie's face appeared over the stable door

`Everything okay Forts?

`Yes, I think so, Mr Campbell'

`I don't know who your talking to, call me Archie, young man, now come
along its tea time'

Davys head appeared alongside Archies peering over the stable door.

`Do you mind if I stay with her, Archie?

He smiled and ruffled Davy's hair, he nodded.

`I've been feeding the calves Forts, lots of them'

Davy was beaming, Archie put his arm round him and led him away.

`Come on you, lets see what Athol has cooked us for Tea'

I snuggled back into Morag, we waited patiently, I saw it was getting
darker outside, I got up and pressed what I thought was a light switch a
dim light illuminated overhead, it was getting colder too. Hang on where
had they come from, there was a couple of folded blankets hanging over the
bottom half of the door, I hadn't heard anyone or seen anyone, I must have
dozed off with Morag. I grabbed the blankets, opening the first one, I laid
it over Morag, she seemed to give a satisfied snort, the other; once I had
her head back in my lap, I wrapped round my shoulders.

I must have drifted off to sleep again; I hadn't been sleeping well, I felt
Morag raise here head and give a little whinny. I sat bolt upright

`You okay, young man? I brought you a couple of sandwiches and a flask of
hot chocolate, I hope you like it, it could be a long night'

Archie closed the door behind him and handed me the sandwiches, roast beef,
I ate them quickly, I was hungrier than I realised, I watched as he poured
out two mugs of hot chocolate, he handed one to me.

`Do you mind if I stay too? Old Morag and me go back a long way, I was
here, sitting just like you, the night she was born, in this very stable'

I just smiled, no answer was required, Archie checked down at what he
called the business end and then came and sat next to me, Morag letting us
both know she was okay with a little snort and flick of her ears.

`I told Davy and Athol, to stay in the house, best not to get Morag too
worked up, is that okay, you alright with just me here'

I nodded, feeling the warmth from his body, he put his arm round me, this
was just what I needed, peace and quiet, and time to think, with no one
fussing at me; oh, don't get me wrong, I loved Davy, it wasn't about him,
but I had other things to work out.


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