Friday, August 01, 2008

Wednesday 27th December 1939

Ah well! It wasn’t such a bad guard. Had a good nights sleep; turned out smartly when the Orderly Officer visited us this forenoon; made fewer blunders than before.

Evening: Preparations for my leave. Pressed my slacks, ironed a crease of “regular” style into the back of my tunic. And so forth. Almost sorry to be going in some ways. I’ll miss Eileen! And the upset of routine. And the blokes. Wouldn’t be so bad if the whole Battery came away at the same time.


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