About the Author

Everyone in the worlds best mate, but the biggest lone wolf
that has ever pranced the planet. If you were forced to go to
war 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 mankinds lack of love for one
another. 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 Gods message into mankinds
mindset! Signed his sidekick, The Scarlet Pimpernel.

Dedication
To every person throughout history that has faith and belief
in Jesus Christ. Other than that thanks to my mates that
have 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, Emmy
D, 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 on
most occasions my beloved brother Peter Joseph. And
finally to the best man I have ever meet in my life, Pastor
John W, thanks for accepting me and inspiring me, I was
never going to fail you or our father in heaven, your eyes
told me that the very first time we met, and thank the
Father, Son and Holy Spirit for that. I only have two heroes
in 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 would
all be in a way, way better place.

Og gi Fallon

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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 had
the 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 English
teacher, love both your work. Potts from Byron Bay for the
front cover.

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CHAPTER ONE CHILDHOOD

MEMORIES

Peering through the window of his sisters bedroom, Randy

marvelled at the gentleman in the flash air-force uniform
ambling up the driveway with happiness beaming from his
face. It was his father William. When their eyes met a surge
of joy engulfed them both and Randy remembered
distinctly a shared moment of pride in one another, through
the window-pane.
That was the last time Randy would ever see his dad
and being only three at the time that one memory left a
significant 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 politeness
and most of all of principle. As a child he was fascinated by
all that flew, planes, birds, boomerangs and for that matter
anything which was airborne.
The result of this intense interest was that by the time
young Bill had turned twenty-two, he had all his certificates
of 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 Great
Southern Land as a commercial pilot, quite an achievement
for one so young.
However things were about to take a drastic turnaround
in young Bills 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 didnt
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 was
through Jesus Christ. He knew all came under the one
banner of Christianity as all worshiped the Father, Son and
Holy Spirit and despite their little idiosyncrasies all
believed in the one true Creator. Bills faith and belief in
God had made him extremely daring, particularly in the air
with the lad being completely devoid of fear.
Bill arrived in London on the 27th of July, 1940, where
he was greeted by his Group Squadron Leader Maximillian
Milestone, a genuine Englishman steeled for battle and a
hero from the First World War when he had taken down a
record 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 of
London 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 London
to train and prepare for his first bombing raid.
The Aircraft he was to fly was the Lancaster Bomber, a
flying 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
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Bill, other than that in the air, was to convert him to the
C.F.C. One wintery English Saturday afternoon Chelsea
were playing at home against Manchester United and Max
being a seasoned ticket holder wasnt letting the
opportunity slip as the two clubs were fierce rivals.
On arriving at Chelseas home ground Stamford
Bridge, Max parked his Vauxhall in a backstreet near the
ground.
The boys alighted from the car. Max had left two
windows half an inch open to let his pet Rottweiler be
comfortable enough for the couple of hours the lads would
be at the game.
The Rottweiler was Maxs security guard and he took
him everywhere.
As the lads got about five metres from Maxs car a
childs voice came from behind causing Max to swing
around and set eyes upon a pale and ruffled urchin of
approximately seven years of age. Excuse me, sir! For
sixpence I will guard your Vauxhall while you are at the
game. Guaranteed that on your return everything will be as
when you left! said the somewhat cheeky young sprat.
No need, dear fellow, but thanks for the offer. Ive got
my pet Rottweiler in the car and hes a great insurance
policy! responded Max.
But the lad immediately fired back: Does he fight
fires? Horrified, Max replied: Heres two bob, kid, guard
it with your life!
Bills training went smooth as clockwork; it was time
for 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 rumbled
on the airstrip, propellers cutting a swathe through the bitter
British winters night, Maximillian turned to Bill conveying
a heartfelt message: My young friend, God willing this
will 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 cross

into enemy air space, expect plenty of anti-aircraft fire. Our
task is to strategically position the plane, thereby giving the
Bombardier every chance of taking out the target. The
weather forecast predicts cloud-cover, making our mission
more of a challenge. We are under strict instructions to
complete the raid tonight on vital railway lines, bridges and
ammunition factories.
Max then handed a gold chain with a crucifix attached
to Bill, who kissed the cross and placed the cherished gift
around his neck.
Thanks so much for your friendship and guiding
hand, 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 arrowhead
formation 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 night
sky.
As turbulence from the shellfire jolted and jutted the
aircraft, a jittery Randy inquired of Max, Why is it that no
one wants to be the tail-gunner?
Its the most unenviable position in the Air force. The
enemy aircraft always go for him first, as they then know
they can get to us.
Just then a mayday call alerted Max: Jerry at nine
oclock! And then immediately another, but this time with a
spine-chilling scream to it, Ive been hit! It was tailgunner Jack Tomilson.
Are you in trouble or have you been injured? replied
a concerned Max, no reply! He repeated the message

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several times, before turning to Bill urgently: You are on

your own Son. Brace yourself and take command of the
controls. 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 will
give 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 before
take-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 outskirts
of Hamburg. If you glance to your left, you will notice the
city lights have been darkened. I will make a break from
the main group and get you in as close as possible, then I
am handing the baby over to you!
By now Max had reached the tail-gunner, radioing
straight back to Bill, Tomilson has been hit! I cannot leave
him. He is in a bad way, got severe shrapnel wounds! Best
of British luck to you! He signed off as Bill angled the
massive mould of steel away from the squadron and
towards Hamburg.
Within three minutes a huge ammunitions factory was
in sight, the full moon negating the effects of the light
cover of cloud. Adrenalin surging, Bill levelled out at seven
thousand feet and gave over to Skinner who steadied, took
aim and released the payload. The eerie whistling of the
huge 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 Ill be, Bill! It could be the middle of the day
down there. Looks like we have made a direct hit. You
have overachieved on your maiden-mission and may it be
the first of many, my young friend.
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Now lets head back over the English Channel to

Mother England! he added whilst smiling and nodding at
his Aussie comrade.

Over the next five years young Bill would embark on 177
bombing raids and in between his time in the Lancaster
Bombers where he served as a pilot and on occasions a
tailgunner, however he did his best work when in command
of the Allies most maligned machine, the speedy Spitfire.
Towards the end of 1944 the Germans and Japanese were
wilting and the Allies had the upper hand.
If Hitler and his henchmen would have read
Napoleons Diaries he would never have made the fatal
mistake of going anywhere near Russia, particularly in
winter. He would have known the brutality of the climate
there and of the Russians scorched earth policy. He didnt
read and clearly did not understand history, otherwise we
may 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 also
erred, 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 city
of Dresden to pay a terrible price. The allies embarked on a
three day and night bombing blitz with thousands of planes
fully pay-loaded levelling the pearl to rubble. Berlin was to
suffer a similar fate. In Japan, Hiroshima and Nagasaki
copped the full wrath, the Americans introducing atomic
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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 knows
how many from the various nationalities who partook in the
conflict. The Jews, Gypsies, Gays and even the disabled,
were unceremoniously slaughtered: The ultimate
degradation and a slight on mankind.
Young Bill was 25 years of age when he returned to
Australia. He settled down, studied hard and became a
chemist. But after 7 years in practise, the daredevil and
adventurer wished himself out. He had no girlfriend, wife
or 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 a
missionary flying wounded and sick from A to B, over
treacherous terrain, narrow gorges and cloud-covered
mountains.
This suited Bills spirit of adventure and good nature as
he would again excel in the air.
He was given an off-sider, a local rascal tribesman by
the 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 often
compete for bragging rights as to who could land the
biggest catch. Bill would use his rod and reel and Randy
used the more old school approach with his handcrafted
teak spear and more often than not he would be the victor.
The pair spent the next two years roaming the skies
together and became great mates. As time went on Bill
often worried for Randys wellbeing as he had become
embroiled in the civil war with his tribes arch enemies, the
Head-hunters.

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And Bill had been right to worry, because Randy was

to 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 rubber
tyre, ruthlessly referred to as the burning necklace.
Bill was to miss his mate more than he had thought and
things were just not the same anymore.
He had served his time, he felt, and had fallen in love
with a young lass from Melbourne, Maggie, who was
working as a nurse in a hospital high in the Papua New
Guinean hills.
They married and would eventually settle in the city of
Newcastle, home of the proud Novocastrians. Maggie bore
three children in quick succession, Randy, Elsbeth and
Pixie. 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, Bill
tragically lost his life. He had been suffering severe liver
pain and was booked in for a routine operation that went
horribly wrong.
When the doctor came out of the operation theatre, he
somewhat coldly said to Margaret: Madam, I have to
inform you that your husbands 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 left
holding the babies. She needed help, love and someone to
take 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
these almost idyllic times were not to last and the change
came in the form of Gordon Allan.

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CHAPTER TWO SATIN IN A

SUIT

He came in the form of Satan in a suit, disguised as a

Warrant 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 mothers choice of husband
and he took to questioning her regularly, being way above
his years. Mum, what do you see in this man? He hits me
all the time and is forever bullying me. We have never met
one of his family or friends. He tells us he has twelve
brothers and sisters. Something is wrong. He is the exact
opposite of everything you have brought me up to be. You
taught me to love, care, share and give! Why do you always
tell me to take pride in myself, to stop mumbling when I
speak, to pull my shoulders back and walk with my head
held high? It is too hard, when I am constantly bullied.
None of my friends go through it. They are all loved by
their mums and dads! Maggie would not hear any of it,
being in complete denial that Gordon could do any wrong.
Her lust for Gordon was greater than her love for young
Randy.

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Randy wanted to love his mum so much. Maggie

cooked and cleaned for her three siblings like there was no
tomorrow and the children never went without. Randy
admired and appreciated her hard work; however his hand
had been dealt. The Devil in disguise, Gordon, went hard as
hell on Randy from day one making it his main mission in
life to tease, torment, beat and belittle the lad. Gordon
needed to quench his lust for power and the belittlement of
others. He was formerly a drill sergeant in the air force and
in charge of one hundred service men, so after leaving the
force he needed an outlet and Randy was his target. There
was one problem, though, that no one had reckoned on, and
that was that young Randy was learning to wise up! His
hero and inspiration in life was Jesus Christ. Young Randy
loved the principles of the man, they being to love, care,
share and give. Whats 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 others
through his, the Fathers and the Holy Spirits, inspiration.
Randys 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 in
the shape of a chemist, a butcher, a doctor and a steel
worker. The youngster took a page from each mans book
to help him in his journey through life.
Randy was a polite, respectful and kind kid. From the
age of seven he would regularly wake at the same time in
the early hours of the morning. He had an alarm clock by
his bed head and it always read 3:15am. This happened all
too often. Randy was sure it meant something, but at his
tender 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 man
with 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 nearby
suburb of Adamstown. It was a pretty rough and tumble
school with students from the outer suburbs mixed in with
those 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 hanging
over his head as to his sexual deviousness. One afternoon
Randy was in his mathematics class when there was a
knock at the door and Father Denam entered and asked the
mathematics teacher Willy Gizzard if he could take Randy
for a chat to see how he was coping with school. Once in
the priests office the man of the cloth sat down on his chair
and called Randy over to him so he was standing right next
to him and he went to work on the innocent youngster, I
have been watching you play sport during lunch hours and
it seems to me you are a very gifted athlete, putting his
arm 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 left
hand slowly reached the top of the youngsters pants and he
commented to Randy, How are you enjoying school
Mister Phallus? slyly guiding his hand under Randys
under pants where he reached the juniors puberty and
stopped 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 to
have a smooth ride through school! Randy exited stage left
at a rate of knots. On his way back to class he now
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older students would let the familiar cry ring out: Backs to
the wall Father Denam is after bat and balls! Therefore
after 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 address
Gordon as dad. One Sunday afternoon whilst Margaret was
overseas, Gordon decided to go hard at his stepson. He had
been left alone for two weeks to fend for three children and
it had become too much for him. Gordon had done the
laundry and once he had finished the ironing, a task which
angered him, he went for Randy, Get inside and remove
the laundry I have washed and ironed for you and make it
fast, you little bastard!
The terrified boy followed the instructions by removing
the pile of clothes hanging on a meter-long wooden pole
attached to the kitchen table, and then placed the bundle on
the end of the bed in the spare room. But instead of this
pleasing his step dad, it had the opposite effect and Gordon
exploded. What the bloody hell do you think youre
doing? Think I havent got better things to do than wait
around hand and foot on you. What are those clothes doing
on that bed?
I put them there, so they wouldnt become creased,
and I was in a rush to set the dinner table! replied young
Randy sheepishly, trying to defend himself in vain. Likely
excuse! an enraged Gordon bellowed, When are you
going to change?
Scared witless Randy innocently shrugged his
shoulders, which only threw fuel on the fire of his
tormentor who grabbed the wooden pole and wrapped it
around 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 this
household. Whether it is your mother and your sister
fighting, or your brother and mother or sister fighting, its
all your fault. You wont be playing cricket or soccer from

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this point on, I will break you, you no hoper! At this

outburst, he unloaded another swift blow to the back of
Randys 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 head
on the carpeted top step of the upstairs living room. He just
wanted peace. Randys only real flaw in his youth was that
on occasions he would vent his anger upon his little brother
Pixie, whom he adored. Nothing too harmful just the
occasional punch in the arm or wrestling around as a
release. Pixie was a very clever cookie as well as a gifted
sportsman, and the girls loved him.
The last straw came when Randy had just turned
sixteen. He had been surfing and after having a shower in
the upstairs bathroom, he hung his wetsuit over the shower
screen. When Gordon discovered this, he flew into a rage
and yelled, What the hell is that wetsuit doing hanging up
in the shower!
I couldnt carry it downstairs. It was full of water and
I didnt want to wet the carpet. That is why hung it up over
the shower screen so it would drip dry, Randy responded
meekly.
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 two
fierce open-handers in quick concession on his victim, after
which he grabbed him by the throat. Im sick of you, you
ill-disciplined dead-beat! Get out of my sight! I will kill
you one day!
Randy saw the sheer hatred in Gordons eyes and knew
it was time to depart the family home. Hed always wanted
to fight back but refrained from doing so as his senses told
him 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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