Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 109 )
‘When do you forecast it will begin, this war of yours?’ I questioned. ‘Any day now, by all accounts, they , the Boers, are already flexing their muscles, but of course we will have to send troops, If you are interested, now is the time to apply!’
‘But who would I apply too, I have no experience in this kind of undertaking?’ I replied in all honesty. ‘I would send a letter to the War Office, stating your credentials and your willingness to volunteer for service in South Africa, I’ll wager you get a reply quite quickly’ was his reply.
‘I’ll give it a go, thank you Giles your advice has been truly helpful’ I said. ‘ So, the next time I see you. you might be in a nice smart uniform, I’m sure you will look quite dashing! said my brother smiling.
The following day, I said my farewells and caught the train back to London. As soon as I was home and rested, I began to compose my application to the War Office. At twenty – six years old I considered myself fit for the rigours of campaigning in a hostile climate without being a burden on my comrades.
I had numerous certificates and diplomas to attest to my skills, plus my experience catering to the poor and destitute in Whitechapel. I considered myself the ideal candidate, but best not get too smug, the powers that be, they may think the total opposite. The following day I posted my letter, I would just have to wait and see?
(c) Damian Grange 2018
I dont know why i want him to get the “uniform” 😏
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Maybe you like men in uniforms?
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Waiting for the next excerpt!! Came online after ages. And read all of ‘Jack the Ripper’s” today itself!!
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I’m pleased that you are still enjoying the series, thank you so much for your support.
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