Friday, September 26, 2008

Saturday 29th March 1941

Monotonously peaceful windless days. The best thing about each day perhaps is the mug of hot tea with which we are awakened, each morning, by the “cook”. As the other blokes seemed to lose enthusiasm for the bed, I sleep on it regularly every night. It's alright if one can dodge the hard springs, and much cleaner than lying on the floor.


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