Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Sunday 22nd August 1937

193rd for drills in the morning. In uniform again! The puttees and awful boots do not seem strange now. Plenty of acquaintances in 193 – fellers who’ll exchange cigarettes, say “cheerio!” and chat for ten minutes or so. Usually “shop” or general conversation. But there no real friends – boon companions. Of course it takes one a few years to find and make real friendships. That is the worst of having to constantly change locations. I feel lonely.

Afternoon, loafed about the house, read a book, went to sleep, smoked too much. Had the impulse to go to the pictures again, but three times in three days seemed a bit too thick, so I did not go.


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