"Well as a lanquist, I fear that I was always more the scholar than soldier at heart, I followed the music to their camp. Alas, as their experience with armed men in uniform, was not always of the best, and as a soldier I was both. They were at first, a bit, shall we say reserved"
"Huh?" asked Grrr. "They got a bad rep pal. So they dont like anyone that looks like a cop." said Bob.
"There have long been..hum difficulties." Continued Larry. "But as I greeted them in Rom and explained that I was drawn to the music, I was soon made welcome. The good people insisted on sharing what little they had. Food during the war was very hard to come by and I suspect the stew was more horse than cow or lamb but after 3 years at the Front in the Trenches of France, I could eat anything. In fact, I well recall, with fondness, Cpl Jones recipe for Rat Tattar. Grrr and Bob exchanged looks. "Ah, I well understand friends." said Larry noting the exchange of looks. "But one simply had to be there. " I guess" said Bob. "Yep" agreed Grrr. "Please continue lar." invited Grrr.
"Duty called, but I returned several times, and since I was both a officer and the agent of Britain, I, of course, had no trouble drawing a supply horse of army rations. Bully beef or Serbian army fare may not seem to inviting today chaps but to my Rom friends it was a feast indeed and a bottle or two of brandy and box of cigars well! They are proud folks and dont like to accept from a stranger but once I made clear that I had eaten with them and so was but returning the favor and would be offended, as indeed I would have been, had they refused. All was music and dancing. Some of the Rom ladies were fair indeed, but I did have a lady waiting in England and I mean no offence; but we took that sort of thing far far more seriously than do people today. So I was accepted over time as as an odd outlander but as friend and scholar."
To be continued..
"Huh?" asked Grrr. "They got a bad rep pal. So they dont like anyone that looks like a cop." said Bob.
"There have long been..hum difficulties." Continued Larry. "But as I greeted them in Rom and explained that I was drawn to the music, I was soon made welcome. The good people insisted on sharing what little they had. Food during the war was very hard to come by and I suspect the stew was more horse than cow or lamb but after 3 years at the Front in the Trenches of France, I could eat anything. In fact, I well recall, with fondness, Cpl Jones recipe for Rat Tattar. Grrr and Bob exchanged looks. "Ah, I well understand friends." said Larry noting the exchange of looks. "But one simply had to be there. " I guess" said Bob. "Yep" agreed Grrr. "Please continue lar." invited Grrr.
"Duty called, but I returned several times, and since I was both a officer and the agent of Britain, I, of course, had no trouble drawing a supply horse of army rations. Bully beef or Serbian army fare may not seem to inviting today chaps but to my Rom friends it was a feast indeed and a bottle or two of brandy and box of cigars well! They are proud folks and dont like to accept from a stranger but once I made clear that I had eaten with them and so was but returning the favor and would be offended, as indeed I would have been, had they refused. All was music and dancing. Some of the Rom ladies were fair indeed, but I did have a lady waiting in England and I mean no offence; but we took that sort of thing far far more seriously than do people today. So I was accepted over time as as an odd outlander but as friend and scholar."
To be continued..
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