He Fell Between Two Peaks

 

He Fell Between Two Peaks

A long time ago in Norway in World War 2 an event happened that spanned decades and brought two men together as brothers. A British four engine heavy bomber was out bombing German targets in the occupied country. The mission details were not known. What is known is what happened to the warplane. German gunfire accurately hit it. Mortal damage was done. Flames erupted from two or three engines and the burning aeroplane plunged down. Men would die in a situation like that. Young men in the early twenties fighting for freedom and the Allied side. Trying to defeat the Nazis, a tenacious capable lethal enemy.

 

Such an example was the hitting of the English bomber. It was dangerous to fly at low or medium altitudes in daylight. Enemy gun crews well trained and motivated manned all types of anti-aircraft guns. Their flak was a killer. The aircraft flew level losing altitude the fire getting worse. It had to land soon or control would be lost and any still alive would perish. The pilot flew the plane. This was a wild mountainous area with fjords, coastline, high ground and trees. Where could such a plane force land?

 

A local man watched the surreal scene. A large burning bomber falling from the sky. It flew between two mountain peaks. Without hitting either if crash landed beneath them. The plane touched the ground in tearing ripping screeching metal. Pieces were ripped off. The fire got worse and soon would explode the fuel tanks. The young Norwegian mountain man saw his chance.

 

As the plane came to a halt he ran to it. Risking an explosion he closed in on the wreckage. Orange flames blossomed forth feeding on alloy rubber bullets and flesh. Black smoke lazily wafted up. The man was desperate to free any trapped or wounded crew. It was the major mission of his life. Not enduring an enemy occupation but here and now. Trying to do the impossible. The fuel could go up any second.

 

By the luck of the Devil he rescued one shaken dazed but aware Allied flier who survived the crash. Quickly with both their lives in danger he led the airman away. They made it! Shortly after the smashed bomber plane exploded completely destroying itself.

 

The two men had a language issue. They were similar ages in their twenties. If it weren't for the war they wouldn't have met. Hitler changed all that and here they were. The man took the downed flier to a safe house. Here he was fed and given new clothes and a fake identity. Over the weeks he was smuggled out of Norway.

 

That wasn't the end of the story. The shoot down happened in 1944. Sixty years later on a beautiful summer's day they met again. The Norwegian rescuer and the crashed British airman. Saved by a local hero who dared brave a burning warplane to rescue any survivors. The Allied flier again thanked the Norwegian man. With tears in their eyes they shook hands and remember what happened here sixty years ago to the day.

 

A crippled burning bomber fell between to peaks. One man was saved that day. Six others paid the ultimate price for freedom against fascism. Rest In Peace the dead. Remember their sacrifice. They were young men with dreams and ideals. Often foolish often dreaming the dreams of the young.

 

So many gave their lives for an idea and cause. In this they believed and however they died they are not forgotten. That day young individuals from Norway and Britain were brought unforgettably together.

 

 

 

 

 

MEET RIGA new character in my JUNIPER'S DAUGHTER stories

 

Riga Slave

Eesha was killed in an operation. It should have been easy but was struck with difficulties. The how when and why didn't matter. Satan replaced him with a female slave. A gal named Riga. Riga was from Bangladesh. She’d travelled and had a background as a professional criminal and killer. She was ideal for the role. The Devil trained her in arcane arts and of close combat killing with her hands. She had excellent people skills. A criminal mind sharpened by years of successful illegal activities. Feminine skills helped too. Riga managed a team of alternative business people. They were male and female and of all ages. Satan would control her and indirectly her group. The potential to change the world was here. Many chances and opportunities. Eesha was a different beast. One capable man now dead replaced by something else entirely.

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Riga Outdoors

Riga loved the mountains. She’d grown up there as a kid. They were part of her. Totally fucking awesome, seemingly permanent yet over millennia simply disappeared. A bit like humans, a short presence here and then nothing. Born out of the Earth unto which they return. Humans and mountains were the same. The timelines were simply longer. Mountains rose above sea level and humans walked upright. Both the same. Mountains weren’t hit women or bomber pilots but they had landslides and suffered earthquakes and volcanoes. Riga climbed alone as a teenager. She knew how to read the landscape, how to navigate by the trees, the sun, the stars, under a cloudy sky, how to navigate by the wind. Some called her a witch. She just had an affinity with nature and all things natural. That never stopped her from being a professional criminal. She was good at most things and what she didn’t know she hired an expert to do. Many of her missions were in hilly or mountainous terrain. Her team of solder like criminals was equally skilled in outdoor bush craft and joined her on the adventures. They all worked for Satan, directly in Riga’s case, indirectly for her operatives. Her achievements were vast alone and with her team. Riga was only small just five feet in her bare feet. She was skilled in boxing. It was funny watching her box. If anybody laughed at her she boxed their nose! She had climbed many high peaks three or four miles tall without oxygen. Everest was on her to do list. This was when she wasn’t busy on operations. She would talk to Satan after the next operation. Riga wanted a one on one with the witch too. She had heard several stories of Juniper’s Daughter and wanted some of her, both in bed and in the ring. Both females were more similar than not except in their light versus darkness approach.

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Emerald Time

 

Emerald Time

Riga was on a mission with three her operatives. They were hiking over a peak to go and rob a safe in a remote cottage. One of her team had plastic explosive to blow the safe lock. A second provided security with his weapons. A third kept a look as and acted as scout. Riga was in charge. All were treated equally. Riga was only small. She was strong stocky and curvy. She carried a pistol and combat knife to use if she had to. Her brain was her greatest asset. Her physical bits were also to gain advantage. She did what she had to do. They camped out for two days and ate simple food. On reaching the target location they laid low and waited. The inhabitants’ movements were plotted. They would be eliminated. While waiting Riga allowed the three male operatives to enjoy her. This brought closeness and trust. All would die for her. When it was time two of her team went to the cottage. They waited in the dusk shadows. When the three inhabitants emerged they were simply killed with knives and piano wire. The safe cracker went inside to do his work. Riga observed it all. She gave orders over a secure radio link. The safe was old but sturdy. Explosives placed at strategic points opened it. When the smoke cleared the door was open. Inside was the prize. It was uncut emeralds. Rough ready oddly pretty in the fading light. Riga pocketed some in her combat jacket. The rest were divided up among her team. All were equal and trusted. This was why they always succeeded. Satan's new soldiers.

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Book Time!

 

 

Book Time!

Eesha hired a scribe to write a story of his life. It was heavily edited with different locations and names. The action was real but in different settings. This included his role as an operative and also a hitman. His love of odd food was mentioned plus his weapons capability. It was a lightly written good humoured story. There was a Satanic overtone halfway through. Satan was his employer! The book was his idea to gain new followers and water down the Devil’s evil actions. Make them day to day and be seen as necessary. Like an operative protecting his country’s security by shooting a dangerous threat.

Satan talked to Eesha and came up with the idea. Our cause will be helped and we can have new followers. Nothing heavy. Start with bread crumbs and end up with a loaf then a bakery. Eesha would be famous and be seen as the ultimate anti-hero. The witch would be seen as the dark evil negative force and Satan and his warriors would prevail. After all, weren’t witches evil?

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