Bully Beef

Bully beef Twenty years after the war I found in the attic of a small hotel several cans of corned beef. since the cans were dark green, I assumed they had belonged to the German army not that they were going to demand the cans back I opened one the meat was perfect and could be used in a stew. No one wanted to a taste the meat I ended up eating the corned beef over several weeks until I got tired of the bully beef. Today I bought a tin, it tasted good but had less fat than, a friend of mine who also liked corned beef had died, and it saddened me much, I used to send him my books he was working class but well-read and he liked my books; mind he thought less of me political stance. Another friend has gone, not many left of them now but I will remember Alex Skillen, my only fan, with fondness.