The BBC news would be delivered daily to over 3,000 prisoners. This is an incredible tale of one man's adversity and defiance of the German nation.
Author: Horace Greasley
Category: Biography & Autobiography
Horace 'Jim' Greasley was twenty years of age in the spring of 1939 when Adolf Hitler invaded Czechoslovakia and latterly Poland. There had been whispers and murmurs of discontent from certain quarters and the British government began to prepare for the inevitable war. After seven weeks training with the 2nd/5th Battalion Leicester, he found himself facing the might of the German army in a muddy field south of Cherbourg, in Northern France, with just thirty rounds of ammunition in his weapon pouch. Horace's war didn't last long. He was taken prisoner on 25th May 1940 and forced to endure a ten week march across France and Belgium en - route to Holland. Horace survived...barely...food was scarce; he took nourishment from dandelion leaves, small insects and occasionally a secret food package from a sympathetic villager, and drank rain water from ditches. Many of his fellow comrades were not so fortunate. Falling by the side of the road through sheer exhaustion and malnourishment meant a bullet through the back of the head and the corpse left to rot. After a three day train journey without food and water, Horace found himself incarcerated in a prison camp in Poland. It was there he embarked on an incredible love affair with a German girl interpreting for his captors. He experienced the sweet taste of freedom each time he escaped to see her, yet incredibly he made his way back into the camp each time, sometimes two, three times every week. Horace broke out of the camp then crept back in again under the cover of darkness after his natural urges were fulfilled. He brought food back to his fellow prisoners to supplement their meagre rations. He broke out of the camp over two hundred times and towards the end of the war even managed to bring radio parts back in. The BBC news would be delivered daily to over 3,000 prisoners. This is an incredible tale of one man's adversity and defiance of the German nation.
The BBC news would be delivered daily to over 3,000 prisoners. This is an incredible tale of one man's adversity and defiance of the German nation. ?
Author: Horace Greasley
Publisher: Kings Road Publishing
Category: Biography & Autobiography
Horace 'Jim' Greasley was 20 years old in the spring of 1939 when Adolf Hitler invaded Czechoslovakia and latterly Poland. There had been whispers and murmurs of discontent from certain quarters and the British government began to prepare for the inevitable war. After seven weeks training with the 2nd/5th Battalion Leicester, he found himself facing the might of the German army in a muddy field south of Cherbourg, in Northern France, with just thirty rounds of ammunition in his weapon pouch. Horace's war didn't last long. He was taken prisoner on 25th May 1940 and forced to endure a ten week march across France and Belgium en-route to Holland. Horace survived...barely... Many of his fellow comrades were not so fortunate. Falling by the side of the road through sheer exhaustion and malnourishment meant a bullet through the back of the head and the corpse left to rot. After a three day train journey without food and water, Horace found himself incarcerated in a prison camp in Poland. It was there he embarked on an incredible love affair with a German girl interpreting for his captors. He experienced the sweet taste of freedom each time he escaped to see her, yet incredibly he made his way back into the camp each time, sometimes two, three times every week. He brought food back to his fellow prisoners to supplement their meager rations. He broke out of the camp over two hundred times and towards the end of the war even managed to bring radio parts back in. The BBC news would be delivered daily to over 3,000 prisoners. This is an incredible tale of one man's adversity and defiance of the German nation. ?
Do Birds Still Sing in Hell? by Horace 'Jim' Greasley (2008). An autobiographical
work about his time in 2/5th Leicesters and as a POW in Germany and Poland
1940–45. ISBN 1905988796. Marching with The Tigers by Michael Goldschmidt
Author: Michael Goldschmidt
Publisher: Pen and Sword
As the definitive final volume of the history of The Royal Leicestershire Regiment Marching with The Tigers covers events in that Regiment and its successor, the 4th Battalion The Royal Anglian Regiment, over the years 1955-75. During this period the Battalions undertook overseas and operational tours in Cyprus, Germany, Hong Kong, Borneo, Aden, Malta and Libya, Bahrain and Northern Ireland. Supported by seventeen maps and many black and white photographs, its lively text describes the Regular battalions activities up to the disbandment of Tiger Company in 1975, the Territorial Army battalions up to the disbandment of The Royal Leicestershire Regiment (Territorial) in 1971, the early years of the Leicestershire Companies in the 5th and 7th (Volunteer) Battalions The Royal Anglian Regiment, the Depot, the Museum, the Regimental Chapel in the Cathedral and Affiliations. The final chapter brings The Tigers History right up to the present day including Royal Tigers Wood and the dedication of the various national memorials commemorating the Regiment.Its numerous appendices contain a wealth of information such as lists of Honors and Gallantry Awards (including Long Service and Efficiency Decorations and Medals), Colonels and Commanding Officers and of those who commanded other units and formations, Late Entry Commissions and National Service Officers. Marching with The Tigers is not only comprehensive but lavish as well with the four Cuneo paintings, the cap badges and the Colors all displayed in color.
What they don't know is that it's the work of a female serial killer who is convinced that the voices urging her on are from a different era.
Author: Crissy Rock
Publisher: Andrews UK Limited
The trussed up body of a priest is discovered in a fashionable apartment block in Manhattan. It looks like a sex act gone wrong and of course the Catholic Church is only too keen to cover up the details. What they don't know is that it's the work of a female serial killer who is convinced that the voices urging her on are from a different era. The killer targets the clergymen, acting out the exact methods of torture used on the accused women from centuries gone by. She wants to terrorise the Catholic Church the way it terrorised Europe for over three hundred years. Cardinal Barberini is the right hand man to the Pope and he knows only too well that the Papa’s life is in danger. But he does not need a retired policeman and a third rate journalist to tell him that, nor does he need them to interfere. He has a very capable death squad on the trail of the killer and they are getting closer. Now he may need to deploy a second team to deal with the odd couple who know far too much about the church past and present…
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Author: Mrs. Horace Howard FurnessPublish On: 1875
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more frightful than death : to know that the birds do still sing there on earth ,
without us , that the cherries still swing there on earth without us . That the rivers
Come , to the forest let us go , And trip it like the barren doe ; The fawns and
satyrs still do so , And freely thus they may do . ... Ye little birds that sit and sing
Amidst the shady valleys , And see how Phillis sweetly walks , Within her garden
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partner of my wildwood way , Thou ' rt come ! thou ' rt come ! ... How all things are
; and birds exist before the birth of time ; How Gods , and Hell , and Chaos rose ,
and mighty rivers sprang : Come ... eddying air ; With wingéd Chaos mingling he ,
amid the gloomy night , In Tartarus our kind did hatch , and brought us first to light
... Beck , that the birds were disappearing so quickly that if they didn ' t do a
sentinel study immediately , they would lose any ... the study he had insisted
absolutely , positively had to be done last year — the one - time opportunity —
could indeed still be done , if they hurried . ... I remember getting a real grilling ,
mostly from Tom , which irritated me a little bit ; what the hell did he have to do
with any of this ?
Author: Mark Jaffe
An investigation into the extinction of birds on Guam becomes an environmental detective story as scientists discover that an imported snake with no natural enemies has decimated the island's birds
Sarah was still singing . He said ' Tell me , what the hell was that you were doing
( referring to the shuffle beat ) ? ' I said ' Bird , I don ' t know . ' He said ' Then why do you do it ? ' I said ' Because I heard Cozy Cole do that with Cab Calloway .
Pines that crown the lofty mountains Let such things as do not live Bow in sign of
worship low ; In still music praises give : All ye secret springs ... Warble praises as
ye flow : Beasts , through nature's drear do- Birds , your warbling treble sing ;
minions , Clouds , your peals of thunder ring ... At hell's dark door we lay ; But we
arise by grace Divine Thy mercy , Lord , Shall still endure ; To see a heavenly day
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked. ... If he does not listen, grab him by the
nose and say NO! firmly. ... “We have an understanding now,” he said and looked
around for Dog, who was still trying to make his way inside without being noticed.
Author: Evie Wyld
From one of Granta’s Best Young British Novelists, a stunningly insightful, emotionally powerful new novel about an outsider haunted by an inescapable past: a story of loneliness and survival, guilt and loss, and the power of forgiveness. Jake Whyte is living on her own in an old farmhouse on a craggy British island, a place of ceaseless rain and battering wind. Her disobedient collie, Dog, and a flock of sheep are her sole companions, which is how she wants it to be. But every few nights something—or someone—picks off one of the sheep and sounds a new deep pulse of terror. There are foxes in the woods, a strange boy and a strange man, and rumors of an obscure, formidable beast. And there is also Jake’s past, hidden thousands of miles away and years ago, held in the silences about her family and the scars that stripe her back—a past that threatens to break into the present. With exceptional artistry and empathy, All the Birds, Singing reveals an isolated life in all its struggles and stubborn hopes, unexpected beauty, and hard-won redemption. This eBook edition includes a Reading Group Guide.
brick - and stone - work which are still called by the names of old villages swept
off the face of the earth by fierce bombardments . ... like to think you want to do so
— you must think of them marching along roads sweet - scented with lilac and
apple - blossom , and over those ... that English boys and young Scots go into the
fires of hell , where quite close to them the birds still sing , as I heard the
The soldiers do not walk blindly through this beauty . ... of springtime that the
English boys and young Scots go into the fire of hell where quite close to them
the birds still sing as I heard a nightingale sing recently amid the crash of gunfire .
The initial ceremonies were as a lamb led to the slaughter ; and performed , and
the Judge read the yet like a bird with lifted ... You may “ By the Seventy Spirits ,
go thou to Hell , like pronounce a curse upon me , but I Korab ! curse you not , nor do I curse any “ Where Israel lies ... The sun still shone for him , ark from a golden
recess , and took the birds still sung for him , the flowers from it a ... He wrote in
hidden chambers now . chambers singing carols 314 • THE NATIONAL
I don ' t think it ever occurred to her before that hell was like that . ... Still , of
course Christ died for her , as well as ... But we ' ll go , and we ' ll do our best to
witness , even if Hortense did try to stipulate we shouldn ' t have any long - faced
Author: Grace Livingston Hill
Publisher: Living Books
The tragedy of war looms, and Margaret courageously faces the fact that the man she loves might never return.
Now almost a decade old and still unsurpassed it slips easily into this genre as
the most spiritual five minutes your turntable will ever enjoy. Records like ... You
can bet your hat Why Do Birds Sing? won't up their credibility one iota. With its ...
From the concert stage to the dressing room, from the recording studio to the digital realm, SPIN surveys the modern musical landscape and the culture around it with authoritative reporting, provocative interviews, and a discerning critical ear. With dynamic photography, bold graphic design, and informed irreverence, the pages of SPIN pulsate with the energy of today's most innovative sounds. Whether covering what's new or what's next, SPIN is your monthly VIP pass to all that rocks.
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Moose ' s car and headed back to the post , still singing at the top of our voices : “
Lady of Spain , you old whore , you ... Something like , " What ' s faster than a
rolling bagel and able to leap tall synagogues in a single bound ? It ' s a bird . . . It
' s a ...
You don't want everyone to know that your offspring's christening almost
preceded its parents ' wedding - or do you ? " Michel said ... Mary was still sitting
on the edge of the bed . ... There wasn't any need to ask his girl if she had been
through hell ; Mary Burgess had known very little else than hell in her short life .
Author: Emma Louise Mally
Personal relationships of a wealthy New Orleans family before and after the Civil War.