son of conchie jonnie

i was born in 1942. unknown to me my father had dodged the call up. after the war it seems a group of ex soldiers in conjunction with either the freemasons or the buffs, decided to take revenge on the sons of conchies of which i was one.i was taken to weekly meeting where i was brainwashed,abused both physically and sexually.i was told that "your old man was a runner but you wo'n't be, you never run you stand and fight. i ran the guantlet every day and was taken around the streets to fight every kid in the neibourhood born one year either side of my birthday. my headmaster at school had spent four years in a japanese prison camp, so i do'n't have to explain that i was blackballed every where i went. the irony of all this is that conchie jonnie was not my father and he knew it so i got it in the home at school and outside. during the late fouties and fifeties i was taken by elder kids to every cocievable dagerous situation. from jumping from high bombed -out buildlngs, climbing accross pipes over rivers and canals, walking on icecovered rivers ponds and canals, when i was unable to swim. i was left in a den inside the bonfire to guard it against scraggers, needless to say the bonfire was lit with me inside. as had happened on many occassions, i was rescued by a passing stranger. digging tunnels and cves was another persuit that a was often engaged in with the help as usual of much older boys,

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