Jack & Jamie Go to War by Jack Robinson

Author:Jack Robinson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Specific Demographics, Biographies & Memoirs, Politics & Social Sciences, Social Sciences
ISBN: 9780854490776
Publisher: Heretic Books
Published: 1987-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

Table Mountain came up on the port bow, a wondrous sight, safe waters for the convoy and the first port of any significance. All silver trim and perfect tableau, the big ships gathered in the Cape Town bay, dancing lightly in the stream, slipping gentle bow waves, holding thousands of troops and sunburned sons of the sea. What a sight!

A woman stood on the quayside, a beautiful woman all dressed in white, her long black hair flying in the breeze with bunches of bright red roses in her arms, a smile on her lovely face and a wonderful voice that rang across the bay. She sang a welcome to South Africa, she sang the songs of home, and her voice reached out, touched the heart strings, echoed in the mountains and bounced right back like silver bells. Her repertoire seemed unlimited. Songs of the Welsh valley, songs of Ireland, songs of happiness and hope.

Thousands of servicemen lined the decks and tears ran down their sunburned cheeks. The voice reached into their souls mamma's voice and sister's voice, the voice of those they'd left behind. It went on all through the day and far into the night, Yankee songs and Southern songs, hymns and prayers and 'Yiddische Momma'. She sang until every serviceman was safe ashore and finished off with the song of the Old Transvaal.

It was wonderful, patriotic, made the blood course through the veins, quickened the pulse and sent you off to liberate the oppressed, the poor and the victims of Nazi tyranny all over Europe. Freedom! Freedom! The liberating avengers are here!

The black-skinned natives weren't impressed. They'd heard it all before, and still awaited a knight in shining armour to set them free, let them ride on city transport or take a piss in the public pissholes of Durban, Cape Town, Port Elizabeth and all the other fine cities of God's own country. Whites only! Whites only!

Preparing five-course breakfasts, seven-course lunches and twelve-course dinners for the rich and famous had given me a taste for good food and wine, so I went ashore in Cape Town, found a high-class hotel and ordered the best meal that money could buy. It was delightful, served by smiling waiters and finished off with the golden-coloured brandy of the Cape. White-shirted, expensive shoes on my feet, well-cut trousers and an after-dinner glow, I left the posh establishment and felt that the sophistication of Jackie Robinson had begun.

Garry rides and rickshaw journeys, all the sights and sounds and smells of South Africa came to me. Clouds of gorgeous blossoms, the wonderful chant of the Zulu and the colourful ballet of the flamingo soaring through the sky.

A small trip round the coast to pick up a cargo and there was Durban, the most beautiful place on earth. Great ocean rollers to ride, baskets of delicious fruit to eat and sweet South African boys to kiss. They were lovely, all tiny shorts and long brown legs and gorgeous smiling faces. I promised myself to return

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