Sunday 16th February 1941

The rest of the night was uneventful except for the drone of planes and the crash of guns and bombs. Sunny day. Grant was fit again and all the sinister things of the night were past. (Ha! That's good enough for a “thriller” novel!)

We move tomorrow. “Intention: The Regiment will move to Egypt”... The lads (including myself) were shaken this evening when it was noised abroad that our destination was not Cairo, but some new “camp” at a place name in the Sinai Desert, just across the Canal! Let's hope that rumour is not true!