Monday 20th November 1939
Today we did lamp signalling and took two buzzer messages, in a little recreation ground behind the Minster. It was mostly a balls-up and nothing was learnt. In the afternoon we had sports training. This consisted of 16 men discussing the elements of rugger and punting a ball about in desultory fashion.
Afterwards we had “maintenance” which meant sitting in Stan Lings’ stores and keeping quiet. Nothing was done, really, throughout the day. Usual scramble at meals.
In late afternoon, as we sat in the stores, someone raised some query regarding the Army. “F – the Army!” I cried, pent irritation finding it’s outlet in a succinct phrase. There was laughter but Gayler looked quite shocked. “Steve!” he cried, “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you run-down the Army”. I felt right ashamed of myself – as they’d say in the midlands.
Afterwards we had “maintenance” which meant sitting in Stan Lings’ stores and keeping quiet. Nothing was done, really, throughout the day. Usual scramble at meals.
In late afternoon, as we sat in the stores, someone raised some query regarding the Army. “F – the Army!” I cried, pent irritation finding it’s outlet in a succinct phrase. There was laughter but Gayler looked quite shocked. “Steve!” he cried, “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you run-down the Army”. I felt right ashamed of myself – as they’d say in the midlands.
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