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About the Author

Everyone in the world’s best mate, but the biggest lone wolf

that has ever pranced the planet. If you were forced to go towar he would be the first one you would pick to be bunkered

up with in a trench. Knows no better than to put others first,maybe that is why he is so unique. Possibly the best all-round

sportsman to ever grace the earth. Gives unconditional love but does not really know how to receive it. Is slightly

frustrated with the world and mankind’s lack of love for oneanother. The reason he still walks and talks is through his faith

in Jesus Christ. This is why he has put pen to paper and pumped out this book. To get God’s message into mankind’s

mindset! Signed his sidekick, The Scarlet Pimpernel.


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Dedication

To every person throughout history that has faith and beliefin Jesus Christ. Other than that thanks to my mates thathave stuck solid, a few special mentions, Cozza, The

Robinson Family, Peg, Lumy, Josie May P, Jaylenn T,Goggs, Waddsa, Dudsa, Bobby the Brain, Struggler

Stewart, Timmy and Cath R, P Ryan, Harty, Ian Herbyson,Johny Marinkiowe, J Twohill, Pauly and Donna W, EmmyD, Craigy Mac, Earnest and Andrew, Auntys Mon, Cath

and Pauline, Smurf, T-Roy Stoney, Bird, K Robbo, Melon,Doc Chandeler, Damo, Young Jack from the Sawty, J

Fawcett, JJ, Hoyo and Johny Tess, All my mated in pubs up

and down the East Coast, Mum in a strange way, and onmost occasions my beloved brother Peter Joseph. And

finally to the best man I have ever meet in my life, PastorJohn W, thanks for accepting me and inspiring me, I wasnever going to fail you or our father in heaven, your eyes

told me that the very first time we met, and thank theFather, Son and Holy Spirit for that. I only have two heroesin life, Jesus Christ tops that list, and although a long way

behind him, you are the other brother. If the world as one

would listen, then act on your words of wisdom we wouldall be in a way, way better place.


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Oggi Fallon

N O T I C E

S E R V E D


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Copyright © Oggi Fallon (2015)

The right of Oggi Fallon to be identified as author of this workhas been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78

of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may bereproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any

form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying,recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the

publishers.

Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation tothis publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil

claims for damages.

A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from theBritish Library.

ISBN 978 1 78455 768 3 (Paperback)ISBN 978 1 78455 769 0 (Hardback)

www.austinmacauley.com

First Published (2015)

Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd.25 Canada Square

Canary WharfLondon

E14 5LQ

Printed and bound in Great Britain


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Acknowledgments

Thanks to Elsebeth N, The Aussie Danish Delight. This book

would never have hit the shelf without you. You knew I hadthe gift, but taught me structure and how to build a book.

Showing and telling. You have the patience of an angel,thanks for getting the best out of me sweetheart. Thanks to

Miss Kiely my history teacher, and Mr Thomas my Englishteacher, love both your work. Potts from Byron Bay for the

front cover.


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CH PTER ONE CHILDHOOD

MEMORIES

Peering through the window of his sister ’s bedroom, Randymarvelled at the gentleman in the flash air-force uniform

ambling up the driveway with happiness beaming from hisface. It was his father William. When their eyes met a surgeof joy engulfed them both and Randy remembered

distinctly a shared moment of pride in one another, throughthe window-pane.

That was the last time Randy would ever see his dad

and being only three at the time that one memory left asignificant mark on him and consequently the boy always

wanted to know more about his father.

This is what he over the years managed to piece

together:William Hoyle Phallus was his name, a true blue, dyed

in the wool Aussie bloke. William was a man of politenessand most of all of principle. As a child he was fascinated by

all that flew, planes, birds, boomerangs and for that matteranything which was airborne.

The result of this intense interest was that by the time

young Bill had turned twenty-two, he had all his certificatesof air-worthiness and had managed to acquire a gig for

Qantas airlines in 1937.


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For the next two years he roamed the skies of the GreatSouthern Land as a commercial pilot, quite an achievementfor one so young.

However things were about to take a drastic turnaroundin young Bill’s life and hundreds of millions of others on

Planet Earth, this event being the Second World War. He,like so many others, was off to battle.

Young Bill was a devout Christian although he didn’t

have a particular denomination when it came to his faith,whether it was Roman Catholic, Presbyterian, Lutheran,Baptist, Seventh Day Adventist, Church of England or the

Anglican Church who all new the only way to heaven wasthrough Jesus Christ. He knew all came under the one

banner of Christianity as all worshiped the Father, Son andHoly Spirit and despite their little idiosyncrasies all

believed in the one true Creator. Bill’s faith and belief in

God had made him extremely daring, particularly in the airwith the lad being completely devoid of fear.

Bill arrived in London on the 27th of July, 1940, wherehe was greeted by his Group Squadron Leader MaximillianMilestone, a genuine Englishman steeled for battle and a

hero from the First World War when he had taken down arecord 77 German Fokkers.

The two struck up a great camaraderie from day one.

Maximillian willingly took young Bill under his wing.

They were based in Luton Town, on the outskirts ofLondon where they would be in training for the battle with

the out of line Germans.

Bill had two months from the day he arrived in Londonto train and prepare for his first bombing raid.

The Aircraft he was to fly was the Lancaster Bomber, aflying fortress and most magnificent craft for its time, one

the krauts would learn to dread in the long run.The two months involved intense training. However on

weekends Bill and Max would let their hair down. Max was

an avid Chelsea Football Club fan and his mission with


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Bill, other than that in the air, was to convert him to theC.F.C. One wintery English Saturday afternoon Chelseawere playing at home against Manchester United and Max

being a seasoned ticket holder wasn’t letting theopportunity slip as the two clubs were fierce rivals.

On arriving at Chelsea’s home ground StamfordBridge, Max parked his Vauxhall in a backstreet near theground.

The boys alighted from the car. Max had left twowindows half an inch open to let his pet Rottweiler becomfortable enough for the couple of hours the lads would

be at the game.

The Rottweiler was Max’s security guard and he took

him everywhere.

As the lads got about five metres from Max’s car achild’s voice came from behind causing Max to swing

around and set eyes upon a pale and ruffled urchin ofapproximately seven years of age. “Excuse me, sir! Forsixpence I will guard your Vauxhall while you are at the

game. Guaranteed that on your return everything will be aswhen you left!” said the somewhat cheeky young sprat.

“No need, dear fellow, but thanks for the offer. I’ve gotmy pet Rottweiler in the car and he’s a great insurance

policy!” responded Max.

But the lad immediately fired back: “Does he fight

fires?” Horrified, Max replied: “Here’s two bob, kid, guardit with your life!”

Bill’s training went smooth as clockwork; it was timefor his first mission and the target was Hamburg,earmarked, as it were, to cop the wrath of the Allies.

As the eighteen Lancaster bombers rattled and rumbledon the airstrip, propellers cutting a swathe through the bitter

British winter’s night, Maximillian turned to Bill conveyinga heartfelt message: “My young friend, God willing thiswill be one of many successful missions you embark upon.

Remember what I have told you, that it is of utmost


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importance to remain calm under duress. When we crossinto enemy air space, expect plenty of anti-aircraft fire. Ourtask is to strategically position the plane, thereby giving the

Bombardier every chance of taking out the target. Theweather forecast predicts cloud-cover, making our mission

more of a challenge. We are under strict instructions tocomplete the raid tonight on vital railway lines, bridges andammunition factories.”

Max then handed a gold chain with a crucifix attachedto Bill, who kissed the cross and placed the cherished giftaround his neck.

“Thanks so much for your friendship and guidinghand,” he uttered, voice slightly shaky, “God willing we

will destroy this deadly foe.”

Max donned his face mask and gave Bill a warm wink before take-off.

Once the fleet was airborne they formed in arrowheadformation and were escorted across the English Channel by

a squadron of Spitfires, hopefully ensuring safe passage.

Five minutes from the city of Hamburg a plethora of

bullets and bombs began to whistle and explode in the nightsky.

As turbulence from the shellfire jolted and jutted the

aircraft, a jittery Randy inquired of Max, “Why is it that noone wants to be the tail-gunner?”

“It’s the most unenviable position in the Air force. The

enemy aircraft always go for him first, as they then knowthey can get to us.”

Just then a mayday call alerted Max: Jerry at nine

o’clock! And then immediately another, but this time with aspine-chilling scream to it, “I’ve been hit!” It was tail-

gunner Jack Tomilson.

“Are you in trouble or have you been injured?” replieda concerned Max, no reply! He repeated the message


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several times, before turning to Bill urgently: “You are onyour own Son. Brace yourself and take command of thecontrols. I am going to the aid of our wounded comrade, so

you are to liaise with Bombardier Skinner. We cannot turn back now, we are so close to our target. Remember, keep a

cool and calm head. Drop to the tail of the formation, it willgive you a little respite, the enemy goes for the front first.Your mission is to destroy a rocket factory on the outskirts

of Hamburg, as I explained to you in our briefing beforetake-off. Maintain radio contact with me. Godspeed Bill,you are in at the deep end!” Having said this Max then

disappeared down the gunnel.With heart thumping, Bill radioed Bombardier Jake

Skinner informing him they were approaching the outskirtsof Hamburg. “If you glance to your left, you will notice thecity lights have been darkened. I will make a break from

the main group and get you in as close as possible, then Iam handing the baby over to you!”

By now Max had reached the tail-gunner, radioingstraight back to Bill, “Tomilson has been hit! I cannot leavehim. He is in a bad way, got severe shrapnel wounds! Best

of British luck to you!” He signed off as Bill angled themassive mould of steel away from the squadron andtowards Hamburg.

Within three minutes a huge ammunitions factory was

in sight, the full moon negating the effects of the lightcover of cloud. Adrenalin surging, Bill levelled out at seven

thousand feet and gave over to Skinner who steadied, tookaim and released the payload. The eerie whistling of thehuge weapons cutting through the air sent a chill straight

through Bill, but Skinner sat hunched over the hatch,delighted at the huge fireball explosion lighting up the night

sky.

“Well I’ll be, Bill! It could be the middle of the daydown there. Looks like we have made a direct hit. You

have overachieved on your maiden-mission and may it bethe first of many, my young friend.”


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“Now let’s head back over the English Channel toMother England!” he added whilst smiling and nodding athis Aussie comrade.

Over the next five years young Bill would embark on 177 bombing raids and in between his time in the LancasterBombers where he served as a pilot and on occasions a

tailgunner, however he did his best work when in commandof the Allies’ most maligned machine, the speedy Spitfire.

Towards the end of 1944 the Germans and Japanese werewilting and the Allies had the upper hand.

If Hitler and his henchmen would have read

Napoleon’s Diaries he would never have made the fatalmistake of going anywhere near Russia, particularly inwinter. He would have known the brutality of the climate

there and of the Russians scorched earth policy. He didn’tread and clearly did not understand history, otherwise wemay have all been speaking German now and have become

a world consisting entirely of blue-eyed, blond-haired people – looking nothing like Adolf himself – instead of the

multi-coloured, multifaceted world we are today.

The Japanese, a cruel pack of bastards back then alsoerred, and by the dumb act of bombing Pearl Harbour they

awoke a sleeping giant, inviting the mighty USA into the

fray.It was now early 1945 with the war nearly run and

won. The Allies had a little bit of squaring up to do,especially in Germany with the beautiful and majestic cityof Dresden to pay a terrible price. The allies embarked on a

three day and night bombing blitz with thousands of planesfully pay-loaded levelling the pearl to rubble. Berlin was to

suffer a similar fate. In Japan, Hiroshima and Nagasakicopped the full wrath, the Americans introducing atomicenergy into the war, delivered by the Enola Gay in the form


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of the ‘Fat Boy’. It being the straw that broke the Japanese back.

After the slaughter of Hiroshima, Nagasaki and nearly

all of Germany the war had ceased and the cost was huge.40 million allies, 26 million of them being Russians, 7.5

million Germans, 3 million Japanese and God only knowshow many from the various nationalities who partook in theconflict. The Jews, Gypsies, Gays and even the disabled,

were unceremoniously slaughtered: The ultimatedegradation and a slight on mankind.

Young Bill was 25 years of age when he returned to

Australia. He settled down, studied hard and became achemist. But after 7 years in practise, the daredevil and

adventurer wished himself out. He had no girlfriend, wifeor children, therefore no commitments or strings attached.Bill wanted adventure but he also wanted to help. The

obvious place for this was New Guinea, working as amissionary flying wounded and sick from A to B, over

treacherous terrain, narrow gorges and cloud-coveredmountains.

This suited Bill’s spirit of adventure and good nature as

he would again excel in the air.

He was given an off-sider, a local rascal tribesman bythe name of Randy, who showed Bill the ins and outs of the

vast terrain they would encounter over the next two years.

Both being avid fishermen the pair would oftencompete for bragging rights as to who could land the

biggest catch. Bill would use his rod and reel and Randyused the more old school approach with his handcraftedteak spear and more often than not he would be the victor.

The pair spent the next two years roaming the skiestogether and became great mates. As time went on Bill

often worried for Randy’s wellbeing as he had becomeembroiled in the civil war with his tribes arch enemies, theHead-hunters.


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And Bill had been right to worry, because Randy wasto lose his life in the most gruesome way.

One evening his village came under attack. The enemy

caught him and tortured him to death in a burning rubbertyre, ruthlessly referred to as the ‘burning necklace’.

Bill was to miss his mate more than he had thought andthings were just not the same anymore.

He had served his time, he felt, and had fallen in lovewith a young lass from Melbourne, Maggie, who was

working as a nurse in a hospital high in the Papua NewGuinean hills.

They married and would eventually settle in the city of

Newcastle, home of the proud Novocastrians. Maggie borethree children in quick succession, Randy, Elsbeth andPixie. They had a good life in the suburb of New Lambton,

were settled in, homely and happy. Things took a drastic

turn when the children were aged one, two and three, Billtragically lost his life. He had been suffering severe liver

pain and was booked in for a routine operation that wenthorribly wrong.

When the doctor came out of the operation theatre, hesomewhat coldly said to Margaret: Madam, I have toinform you that your husband’s operation has been

unsuccessful. He passed away whilst in surgery, due to a

respiratory complication!”

So Maggie was left with the cold-hearted facts! She

had become widowed with three infants and was leftholding the babies. She needed help, love and someone totake care of things and quickly became acquainted with two

good men in succession, both with their own children from previous marriages and both also adoring of her three. But

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CH PTER TWO S TIN IN

SUIT

He came in the form of Satan in a suit, disguised as aWarrant Officer in the Air force. Maggie fell for his

dashing and domineering ways, his disciplinarian manner.She saw them as protective, rather than the cruel and callus

actions of a child-abusing beast.

His target became the eldest of the three siblings,young Randy, only seven at the time; the youngster quickly

became disillusioned with his mother’s choice of husbandand he took to questioning her regularly, being way abovehis years. “Mum, what do you see in this man? He hits me

all the time and is forever bullying me. We have never metone of his family or friends. He tells us he has twelve

brothers and sisters. Something is wrong. He is the exactopposite of everything you have brought me up to be. Youtaught me to love, care, share and give! Why do you always

tell me to take pride in myself, to stop mumbling when Ispeak, to pull my shoulders back and walk with my headheld high? It is too hard, when I am constantly bullied.

None of my friends go through it. They are all loved bytheir mums and dads!” Maggie would not hear any of it,

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Randy wanted to love his mum so much. Maggiecooked and cleaned for her three siblings like there was notomorrow and the children never went without. Randy

admired and appreciated her hard work; however his handhad been dealt. The Devil in disguise, Gordon, went hard as

hell on Randy from day one making it his main mission inlife to tease, torment, beat and belittle the lad. Gordonneeded to quench his lust for power and the belittlement of

others. He was formerly a drill sergeant in the air force andin charge of one hundred service men, so after leaving theforce he needed an outlet and Randy was his target. There

was one problem, though, that no one had reckoned on, andthat was that young Randy was learning to wise up! His

hero and inspiration in life was Jesus Christ. Young Randyloved the principles of the man, they being to love, care,share and give. What’s more he loved the sideshow of

feeding the masses, healing the sick, curing the blind,walking on water and most of all how Jesus gave to othersthrough his, the Father ’s and the Holy Spirit’s, inspiration.

Randy’s train of thought was what more could a man do.Luckily for the youngster he had some steadying influences

in his life and they came from within the neighbourhood.Good men Randy looked up to and admired, they came inthe shape of a chemist, a butcher, a doctor and a steel

worker. The youngster took a page from each man’s bookto help him in his journey through life.

Randy was a polite, respectful and kind kid. From theage of seven he would regularly wake at the same time inthe early hours of the morning. He had an alarm clock byhis bed head and it always read 3:15am. This happened all

too often. Randy was sure it meant something, but at histender age could not put his finger on the meaning. That

would come in later years.

Young Randy was at war – one he did not wish to partake in. However he would prevail in the long run as his

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above all his faith. He was of the mind-set that one manwith God was the majority.

To make matters even more testing for the young lad,

he went to an all-boys school, St Pius X in the nearbysuburb of Adamstown. It was a pretty rough and tumble

school with students from the outer suburbs mixed in withthose from the so called, more affluent areas of Newcastle.Most of the teachers were lay, although there were a

handful of Priests who also taught and one in particular,Father Sidney Denam had several question marks hangingover his head as to his sexual deviousness. One afternoon

Randy was in his mathematics class when there was aknock at the door and Father Denam entered and asked the

mathematics teacher Willy Gizzard if he could take Randyfor a chat to see how he was coping with school. Once inthe priest’s office the man of the cloth sat down on his chair

and called Randy over to him so he was standing right nextto him and he went to work on the innocent youngster, “I

have been watching you play sport during lunch hours andit seems to me you are a very gifted athlete,” putting hisarm around a tentative child and continuing on: “What is

your favourite sport?”

“I love all sport, Father. Surfing is my favourite,although I do like team sports as I love the comradery and

enjoy going hard at it for my team mates!” the Priests lefthand slowly reached the top of the youngsters pants and he

commented to Randy, “How are you enjoying schoolMister Phallus?” slyly guiding his hand under Randy’sunder pants where he reached the junior’s puberty andstopped an inch away from Randys phallus, the youngster

reeling backwards in dismay and evil-eyeing the deceiver.The knocked back priest in a veiled but threatening manner

responded, “Go back to class now! You are not to mention

a word of this encounter! That is of course, if you want tohave a smooth ride through school!” Randy exited stage left

at a rate of knots. On his way back to class he nowunderstood why when Denam was in the vicinity all the


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older students would let the familiar cry ring out: ‘Backs tothe wall Father Denam is after bat and balls!’ Thereforeafter the encounter with the Priest he knew they were not

referring to cricket. From that day on Randy would always be on red alert when the poofter Priest was prancing about

for his perverted feast. Randy detested having to addressGordon as dad. One Sunday afternoon whilst Margaret wasoverseas, Gordon decided to go hard at his stepson. He had

been left alone for two weeks to fend for three children andit had become too much for him. Gordon had done thelaundry and once he had finished the ironing, a task which

angered him, he went for Randy, “Get inside and removethe laundry I have washed and ironed for you and make it

fast, you little bastard!”

The terrified boy followed the instructions by removingthe pile of clothes hanging on a meter-long wooden pole

attached to the kitchen table, and then placed the bundle onthe end of the bed in the spare room. But instead of this

pleasing his step dad, it had the opposite effect and Gordonexploded. “What the bloody hell do you think you’redoing? Think I haven’t got better things to do than wait

around hand and foot on you. What are those clothes doingon that bed?”

“I put them there, so they wouldn’t become creased,

and I was in a rush to set the dinner table!” replied youngRandy sheepishly, trying to defend himself in vain. “Likely

excuse!” an enraged Gordon bellowed, “When are yougoing to change?”

Scared witless Randy innocently shrugged hisshoulders, which only threw fuel on the fire of his

tormentor who grabbed the wooden pole and wrapped itaround the back of the boys skull, thus dropping him to the

floor and all the while he kept screaming. “You useless

bastard, you are the cause of all the trouble in thishousehold. Whether it is your mother and your sister

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this point on, I will break you, you no hoper!” At thisoutburst, he unloaded another swift blow to the back ofRandy’s head, being cunning enough not to leave any

marks as the boys hair covered the damage done.

In this way young Randy was constantly tormented and

to release his inner angst he would frequently bash his headon the carpeted top step of the upstairs living room. He justwanted peace. Randy’s only real flaw in his youth was that

on occasions he would vent his anger upon his little brotherPixie, whom he adored. Nothing too harmful just theoccasional punch in the arm or wrestling around as a

release. Pixie was a very clever cookie as well as a giftedsportsman, and the girls loved him.

The last straw came when Randy had just turnedsixteen. He had been surfing and after having a shower inthe upstairs bathroom, he hung his wetsuit over the shower

screen. When Gordon discovered this, he flew into a rageand yelled, “What the hell is that wetsuit doing hanging up

in the shower!” “I couldn’t carry it downstairs. It was full of water and

I didn’t want to wet the carpet. That is why hung it up over

the shower screen so it would drip dry,” Randy respondedmeekly.

Raging even before this excuse, Gordon yelled as he

flung his stepson to the ground, “What a load of crap you

lying no-gooder!” he then screamed and unleashed twofierce open-handers in quick concession on his victim, after

which he grabbed him by the throat. “I’m sick of you, youill-disciplined dead-beat! Get out of my sight! I will killyou one day!”

Randy saw the sheer hatred in Gordon’s eyes and knewit was time to depart the family home. He’d always wanted

to fight back but refrained from doing so as his senses toldhim he was too young yet, and it would be to his detriment.

Randy was more or less run out of the family home

aged sixteen. Departing down the family driveway his

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