A man called Bomber

A man called Bomber.  

Her name was Belinda, and she was beautiful, but unfortunately she had not been gifted with brains and therefore she could never find a job that paid well.
Tiring of moving from job to job, she decided to take her girl-friend's advice and ended up using her beautiful body to meet her monetary needs.

It was late one Saturday night that she happened to be walking past a night-club just as it was closing, and she was accosted by three big guys who thought they would have a little fun at her expense.
She was trying to talk her way out of a very difficult situation when a shadow fell across the sidewalk. She turned to see the most handsome man she has ever seen in her life.

"Are these three young gentlemen annoying you Miss?, he quietly asked.
"Well they were, but I think they have just decided to change their minds, haven't you boys," she replied, looking at them in a confident manner.

The three men eyed the newcomer warily and somehow not one of them thought it was a good idea to call his bluff. They turned and walked away muttering to themselves.

"It was fortunate for me that you came out of the club just then," she managed to say. She really liked this big guy.
"Maybe I should walk you home just in case they return," he suggested.
This was just fine with her. They walked to her home without saying very much other than to exchange names.

They had started to meet regularly and it wasn't very long before he moved in to live with her. Their lives were blissful as he had a well-paid job, and she no longer walked the streets at night.

It wasn't until she fell pregnant and gave birth to a big bouncing boy that he started to change.
He became moody and argumentative. He had no time for the child, or her, and he started to stay out very late every night. When she started to complain it was then that he had struck her for the first time, but the beatings became more regular over the passing years.
The boy was growing quickly, and he was the scourge of the neighbourhood,forever in trouble with the police and his school-teachers.

At the age of sixteen he dropped out of school and started to hang around with older boys. They all respected him because of his ability and eagerness to fight with anyone.
He was given the name of "Bomber" by the gang, because one blow from him was usually the last thing the recipient of the blow felt.

When he was eighteen he had risen to become the leader of his own gang.
It was in the middle of a robbery that he was again arrested by the police.
It took six burly policemen to hold him down and handcuff him.

It was just before his trial that he was handed a letter in his cell. It was his call-up papers for military service.
He was released by the court and sent to basic military training.

Although he was always breaking the rules his commanding officer realised that this boy was a natural killing machine. His skills were a natural part of his nature, and even his instructors were hard pushed to teach him anything.

He was posted to a commando group where he received even more gruelling training, but he thrived on the work and skills which he continued to hone and improve.
He became the model that other recruits strived to equal, but none ever came even close to Bomber's standard.

In spite of his popularity  was still a loner at heart, and sought isolation from the others.
His troop officer recognised this trait in him, and as a result of his observations,  was called to the Captains office where he was given the news that he was to become a "lone wolf".
He was mystified at this term until the Captain explained that he would work alone in the field, and his role would be to seek and destroy members of the enemy forces.
He readily accepted his new job.

For the first time in his life Bomber accepted and obeyed an order.

His next few months were spent behind enemy lines where he succeeded in silently killing many sentries and making safe the advancement of his own comrades.
It was around this time that the fighting was at its most furious and many hundreds of troops were being killed.
The enemy were advancing rapidly and he found himself even deeper behind enemy lines.
He had decided to retreat to his own lines, and whilst doing so he came across a small battle taking place.
Several of his comrades were pinned down by a group of the enemy.
They were taking heavy fire and the situation looked hopeless.

Springing to his feet he charged into them firing in short bursts,which in tandem with his own comrades fire, turned the tide and they were able to escape from their position and retreat in relative safety.

Unfortunately Bomber had taken three bullets in exchange for his actions and fell to the ground, but his mates were able to get to him.

They managed to get back to their own lines and Bomber was taken into the field hospital to have his wounds attended to.
He was hospitalised for a couple of weeks before being sent back to England.
He was discharged from the military due to his disablement.

He wandered back into civilian life and found it was difficult to find work due to his disability, that was until the newspapers announced that he was about to be awarded the Victoria Cross for his bravery.
Then everyone wanted to employ him, and he became a local celebrity.

This fame quickly faded, and very soon he was reduced to seeking handouts from friends. He wandered from town to town, often sleeping rough and begging from people in the streets.

Eventually he arrived in Northern England and there he ran into an old friend. He stayed with his friend and between them they managed a frugal existence.

One night his friend told him that there was a chance of getting some easy money.
There was an all-night grocery store a few streets away and it should be an easy job to rob the owner who was always alone during the night.
Bomber was reluctant to do this at first, but his friend was very persuasive and finally he agreed to go along with the idea.

They entered the shop in the early hours of the morning and his friend immediately confronted the old owner and demanded money.
The old man had prepared for this eventuality and on the pretext of opening the till he drew a gun from beneath the counter.
Bomber, who was stood by the door decided to make an escape and pulled open the door.
The old man raised the gun and told him to stop, but Bomber ignored the warning.
The old man fired the gun, intending to fire above Bomber's head, but the bullet entered the back of his head and he collapsed to the floor.
The escaping blood from the wound pooled across the shop entrance.

The police were called and an ambulance summoned to take Bomber's body to the morgue.

It was when they laid him on the slab that one of the policemen noticed Bomber's clenched fist. They prised his fingers open, and in his hand lay the Victoria Cross.
The policeman said;

"Where the hell did this bum get this? He must have stolen it."

Kitos.