Mornington-By-Mere – (59) The Khaki Ninja (Part 01)
In the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere, which was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale, stood the Old Mill Inn which was the beating heart of the village.
Twenty year old plumber, David Cooper, left the pub on Saturday lunchtime for the short walk to his home in the Close.
But partly because it was such a warm day and in part he was missing his girlfriend, he decided to go for a walk.
David lived in The Close which was only about 100 hundred yards from the pub but he chose to walk over to where his girlfriend Sharon lived on the opposite side of the village on the other side of Manor Wood where there were a number of cottages and small houses on the Purplemere Road and Dulcets Road which formed the part of Mornington Village known as Manorside where the Taylor family lived in Dulcets Road in a house called Green Fields.
He left the pub and crossed over Church Bridge and proceeded along the riverside path on the Southern Bank of the River Brooke with Mornington Field across the water on his right and Manor Wood on his left.
The Wood was a special place for them because it was the place where they got back together.
Her insistence on joining the Army had broken her and David up, the fear of losing her in some stupid pointless foreign conflict was too much for him to bear, but after they had attended the military funeral of their mutual friend Andy Smith, they realised that life was too short and their love too precious to waste.
He walked along the quiet path that followed the river and was rather enjoying the peace and solitude, in fact he was lost deep in thought of the night he kissed her in “Soldier Wood”, which was when he was suddenly felled and left lying prostrate on the ground and then he felt a great weight on his chest
“Oh God” he thought, “I’m having a heart attack”
So he closed his eyes and dark thoughts filled his mind.
“David Cooper” a quiet voice spoke to him and he thought God was calling to him, and his time was over.
But his overwhelming feeling was one of disappointment, he was expecting a great booming voice, a more commanding voice, not a soft female voice with a cultured accent.
“Come on you wuss” the voice said, in a not very godly way and the weight was lifted from his chest and he began to rise.
“Are you ok?” the voice asked, “Did I hurt you?”
He opened his eyes expecting to be at the gates of heaven but he was on the same path where he fell, being addressed by a soldier.
“Are you ok?” the soldier asked
“Yes” he said a little puzzled and then the soldier removed her hat
“Sharon?” he said with surprise
“Yep” she replied
Sharon Taylor was his girlfriend and the last time he’d seen her she was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry after a military funeral in the village a month earlier and he hadn’t seen her since as she had been at the Downshire Light Infantry barracks in Nettlefield.