Saturday 21st December 1940

I huddled over the exchange. The sun rose, the rain stopped, our blankets began to dry, it became warmer. Breakfast came at 8:30a.m. - lukewarm tea, jam, dry biscuits, margarine and cheese. About that time, Bardia and it's besiegers awoke up. There was a hell of a din. Anti- aircraft guns, heavies and field guns all joined in. Nothing fell within a mile of us. Today it's been much more like a war than yesterday, though. Maybe soon our guns – 2:35! They fired as I was writing! I've just heard the distant thud of the second ranging shot, exploding far out of sight. Time I stopped writing and relieved Grant on the exchange!