Grandpa’s Stories, by James Charlton

(F.F.F. Website Story)

“Well there we were—3000 feet up—peering over the top of the Kikuyu grass—knee deep in grenade pins. Three against three thousand.”

All the grandchildren sat on the edge of their seats riveted to Grandpa’s story. After all, his stories were legendary—at least among the family they were. He had been there, done that, had two beers and walked home. Driving trucks, mustering brumbies, fishing the high seas and in the Army. There was nothing he hadn’t done.

“What happened, Grandpa? What happened?”

“Let me tell you, kidlets. They were the toughest three pygmies we ever fought.”


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