Quietly, the order was given to move out of the woods and down a gully towards the stockade. Vera felt sick to her stomach and, judging by the looks o... the other recruits, she wasn’t the only one. There was no bravado now, the reality of what they were doing had fully come home to them. They lined themselves up behind a low bank and then… ‘Come on, lads, On my mark! Attack! Attack!’ The action, when it came, was fast and furious. As one they leapt from the ditch and charged towards the stockade. Rob my brother, had a girlfriend, and if the rumours at home were to be believed, things were not going too well for them, the in joke was that he couldn’t get her panties off, which he always denied. At the time we left I was single, but was generally in some sort of a relationship. I guessed Rob, like myself was hoping to get laid.We arrived at the resort late at night and went straight to our apartment, a two room apartment with en-suite bathrooms, a small kitchen, a lounge area and a. So even in stories like this, we use writing skills and some imagination. As a writer, I’ve always thought that imagination is borne of experience, sometimes it’s our experience, sometimes it’s that of others. This is my experience, even if all the words and actions were not mine, and even if the names have been changed (which they most certainly have!). Chapter One: To set the scene My name is John and at 34 years of age, three long years after my first marriage had been declared over, I. "What?" The copies of Friday's and yesterday's Australian." Oh. They should be at the top of the stack near the washing machine." I'll show you, Rob," I said.I found them. He looked at Friday's and said: "There! Problem solved." I had no idea what he meant, but we went back into the garden."Here, Chaz. This should answer the school question." He pointed to an article on page three or page five – not the front, anyway.Chaz took the paper and read a bit. "You may be right, Rob, but I don't really.