me and my old mates on the isle of man
another rearely enjoyable time on the isle , and may we carry on enjoying our time there .
that day in peel seems so far away , yet the years seem to flash past ,
i can not keep up some times ,the adventures that we had when we were there as boys , were our escape from the , the hard hard times that our parents whent through after the war , they did the best that they could to give us a good up bringing, those times while we were aloud to grow up having those great adventures on the isle of man ,and of course liverpol at that time was a place of adventure in itself , and being in the 22nd gave rise to verry good times ,
and not so bad times ,



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This story was added on 3rd September 2013

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