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Bolonjedhow da dh’agan sewyoryon rag Gool Peran
Wishing our followers a happy St Piran’s Daylangbot langbot
bolonjedh [ hanow gorow ] bolonjedhow [ hanow liesek / hanow liesplek ]
wish - want - desirelangbot langbot
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“Mar yllydh agan lywya ena, y hyllyn mos yn tien mes a wel,” yn-medhav. Ev a viras orthymm, meur y dhiskryjyans. “An soudoryon Ostralek a wra aswonn an tiryow na kepar ha kilyer aga diwla – i a wrug pup-prys aga threnyans ena. Nyns eus nebonan a yll omgudha ena dres termyn hir,” yn-medh an Serjont. My a vinhwarthas: “Y hallav ambosa orthis na yllons agan kavoes – gans bagas a woeskeun hogen. My a wra aswonn keffrys an tiryow na – hag yma nebes leow may hyllir omgudha euthyk yn ta. Ha, dres henna, ny vynnyn triga ena termyn hir – yma le arall, gwella tyller, may hyllyn mos lemmyn.” Y sevis an Serjont y dhiwskoedh. “Da lowr, dha ynkleudhyans yw,” yn-medh an Serjont. “Bre an Krann yw an le. Byttegyns, ny lavar dhymm le mayth ewgh wosa henna. Ny vynnav y wodhvos.” Ev a shakyas y fenn, meur hwath y dhiskryjyans, ha hwerthin y’n vryansenn drefenn ow hardhder. Meur agan toeth, y hesyn selva Pukkapunyal. Namna nijsyn dre an chyf porth. Drehevys o an lettys ha nyns esa withysi vyth, an nos arbennik na, y’n log. My a ombreder hwath mar fia henna ordenys kyns der an Serjont po mar mynnsa an withysi gasa aga leow rag omjunya gans an freudh kesbroderel ogas dhe’n Plen an Gerdhva. Wostiwedh, ny vern, an dra ma. Pyth o an dra boes? Agan fo dhiworth an selva o heb let vyth.. An Serjont a’n kemmeras dhe le ewn may hwovynnis mos, y’n tiryow a-dro dhe Vre an Krann, a-berth y’n liesplek Pukkapunyal. Ev a ros dhyn y wella bolonjedhow ha ri dhyn ynwedh sagh keyn leun a broviansow o res rag ow skoedhya dres an kynsa dydhyow avel foesik. (Y fia lyha dres eghenn, rekwiryansow Davydh. Byttegyns, my a erviras yn uskis, yn despit dh’y brotestyans, ev dhe alloes gul ‘lyftyans poes’ an sagh keyn – hwath gwann en.) Y hwodhvev meur ras dhe’n Serjont na, Serjont y’n Lu Statys Unys – gwas onest o ha govenek yw dhymm bos dhodho bywnans lowen ha hir. (Martesen ev a vyw hwath?) Ha, kepar ha Ingrid, ny wrugavy nevra y weles arta.
“If you can get us there, we can just disappear,” I said. He looked at me in disbelief. “The Aussie guys here know that area, Scrub Hill, like the backs of their hands – they train there all the time. No-one can hide there for long,” said the Sergeant. I smiled: “I can promise you that they won’t find us – not even if they bring in a pack of bloodhounds. I know the area well, too – and there are some extremely good places to hide. Besides, David and I won’t be staying there for too long – we’ve got somewhere better to go now.” The Sergeant shrugged: “Okay, it’s your funeral,” said the Sergeant. “Scrub Hill it is. Just don’t tell me where you’re going after that. I don’t want to know.” He shook his head in continuing disbelief and chuckled at my confidence. We left the main base of Puckapunyal at great speed. We just flew through the main entrance. The barriers were in the raised position and there were no guards in the booths on that particular night. I still wonder if it had been arranged beforehand by the Sergeant or whether the guards had just left their posts to join the internecine fracas at the parade ground. In the end, none of that matters. What matters is that we left the base completely unimpeded. The Sergeant dropped us off precisely where I had asked, in the Scrub Hill Area of the Pucka complex, wished us well and left us with a kitbag full of essential supplies to carry me through the first few days on the run. (David’s own needs would be minimal but I quickly decided that, despite his protests, he could do the ‘heavy lifting’ of the kitbag.) I thanked that Sergeant of the United States Army Corps – he was a decent human being and I hope he had a long and happy life. (Perhaps, he’s still alive?) And, like Ingrid, I never saw him again either.langbot langbot
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bolonjedh ( masculine noun ) bolonjedhow ( plural ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )
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bolonjedh masculine noun bolonjedhow plural
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bolonjedh [hanow gorow] bolonjedhow [hanow liesplek] [disamstyryans]
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I [ hanow ] bolonjedh [ gorow ] , bolonjedhow; bodh [ gorow ] ; (testament) kemmyn [ gorow ] , kemynnow [ liesplek ] ; II [ verb-hanow ] mynnes; mednes (RLC); I will go home, [ lavaren ] my a vynn mos tre; do what you will, [ lavaren ] gwra kepar del vynnes; if you are willing, [ lavaren ] mars yw dha vodh.
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