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Oh dear,

it brings back memories.

I was 15 had just joined the Navy, within days, had a couple of warts growing no doubt infection because I was mixing with different folk, (the first few weeks seemed to have everyone catch something).

Anyhow one of my warts was on the knuckle of my index finger left hand.

Had been getting treatment and it was slowly showing signs of dying.

Was in the gymnasium, the guy in charge had us stood in a row 'at ease', I felt a slight itch that needed scratching on my knuckle and was shocked to find the wart had come out and blood was flowing everywhere behind my back from the gaping hole that remained.

The Gym Instructor noticed me squirming but thought I was hiding something behind my back and called me forward.

Show me what you're messing about with, boy.

I was reluctant.

He jumped forward grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and demanded I gave him whatever it was that had caused the upset to his discipline.

His hand was held out, I had no choice, I had to place the wart on it and yes there was one heck of a root attached to it.


The sod tried to get me on Commanding Officers orders for punishment routine!

It was hard work for the rest of the lads to keep their faces straight, or they'd have been in trouble too.