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Monday, 14 November 2016
The Cuba Crisis and The Lamb Hotel.
In October 1962 I would have been 16 years old; an age when we were principled and indefatigable.
The Cuban missile crisis was in full swing, and a small group of about 6 schoolboys in Cambridgeshire made a defence plan.
Quite what this motley group expected I don't remember, but we imagined Communist forces entering the city, and they had to be defeated. We were the ones to take matters in hand.
We had all been trained in the art of warfare, we were all experienced with the Lee-Enfield .303 rifle, with Stirling machine guns, and ground mounted Bren guns. We were a force to be reckoned with.
Quite naturally we gave ourselves ranks (all officers of course), I seem to remember that I'd been promoted to lowly Captain.
Our plan was to break into the school's armoury, purloin a handful of weaponry (2 Brens, several Sterlings, and plenty of ammunition), and take up our position in the city's most strategic spot; The Lamb Hotel.
The 15th century Lamb Hotel was situated on one corner of the city's main crossroads. Its second floor rooms were ideal for machine gun placements, and we even did a quick reconnoitre. The manager would be no match for us, and we selected the rooms which were to be requisitioned. The hotel had both a bar and a good restaurant. Our plans were complete.
The Cuban missile crisis soon came to an end, and in many ways our little band of newly commissioned youthful officers were very disappointed. We had made specific and secretive plans, but had been deprived of putting them into action.
We'd been battle ready and eager, but it had all come to nothing. We would have won the war single handed, but between Khrushchev and Kennedy we had been denied our heroics.
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!