Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Saturday 13th December 1941

The weather is mild and we are fairly comfortable now. We have a blacked out tent, fitted up with wireless and electric lighting. So I expect we'll soon have to move from here; ironical fate.

The planes came over at dusk, again, two fairly low, and the six of us put up a hell of a small arms barrage. as the bomber came over we heard him accelerate, engines straining.

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