Everyone,
There is a little story I have ( to my everlasting great shame) to relate about bringing people on-side. Yes I know this seems off point.. but please bear with me.
As a very green teenage private in the Army, over 50 years ago, our patrol founds ourselves cut off in appalling weather. I was holding up well. l had all my kit in order and my SLR was oily slick and free of mud. Was actually enjoying myself! So the Sarge come up to me hauling "Laho" , who is the worst disaster in the entire army. laho is the damaged product of a notorious orphanage. He has ebeen slung into the army as ther is no where else for him.
Sarge shouts above the strom "We're safe.. camp here.. take care of him". Apart from his SLR Laho has lost all his gear including his rations. He is soaked through . He is blue-lipped and no longer functioning.
Cursing I dug out a foxhole for us and set up my hoochie. Laho has lost his and his bloody sleeping bag. I take off his boots and roll him into my bag and try as best I can to get in with him for buddy warmth. So there I am freezing and getting wet because of this absolute f.......r who is going to get us all killed.
Anyway I have a bar of chocolate left. I know I'm the only in the unit that still has one! So I very very quietly sneak it out of my pack and slip it square bey square into my mouth and as it melts I swallow it all down silently. My head is just inches from laho's head. He doesn't know a thing. It raining dogs. I sleep deeply for a few hours.
At 0700 the rain has stopped and the sun is warming things up a bit. laho is alive. He is purple colour, but he is alive. I make tea in my mess tin and cursing drink in a hurry . Very grudgingly I make one for bloody Laho with my last teabag. He has just manage to get his boots on, and has rolled a fag with the tiniest bit of tobacco left in a plastic bag he has pulled out of his tunic. This fag is the only thing he has in the world. He has no food. He lights it from the fire tablet... and before taking a drag offers it to me.
My middle-class smug selfishness .. and his terrible upbringing that produced such innate generosity.. still leaves me in awe.. over fifty years later.
But be certain of this.. if I could since give my life for his.. I'd do it in a nanosecond. He mightn't have looked it but he was so much the better man.
Laho died in a crash two weeks after we got back.
Laho was as close to sainthood as a human can get.
The year ahead is going to be very difficult for everyone. It will bring the best out of us all if we let it. We have to unify and pull together.
Still eat chocolate.. sticks in my throat.. ans so it bloody should!
Bill