Monday 15th July 1940

Listeners seldom hear good of themselves. I certainly heard something comical if not unduly good about myself tonight, as three signallers strolled past my tent, discussing today's drill order.

“Well, after we'd laid the line, I went along to the command post, see? They'd got the exchange in a hole, you couldn't see it till you were right there. I sat down for a bit. Then all of a sudden bloody Dawson takes his water bottle and unwraps a towel with his razor and all that and sits there, besides the exchange, shaving himself. Soap all over his face... You'd have laughed...”