Ridicule Stories

It was a time of disenchantment and cold despair. A time of failure and much ridicule. A time of longing and much nervousness. A time of shock.  A time of ultimate joy. But fortunately, it was a time long ago. The year was 1953, and all the above emotions amalgamated in my mixed-up eighteen-going-on-nineteen-year-old mind.  National Service brought me a two-year stint in the RAF as LAC Tony Teller, radar operator, and fou...