Thursday 16th April 1942
We are busy on training now. Yesterday “C” Troop had it's first drill order; all went well from the signals point of view.
Ah, the news is consistently bad. I won't dwell on it, but really, I think things have never been worse. I could easily give way to black depression now but all I'll say is that I'm just sick of it. Not merely sick of going into danger again – everyone is sick of that; I'm also tired to death of the Army altogether and it's cooloo of petty annoyances. And above all, how desperately I long to get home, to an England at peace, with everything as it was.
And to April.
These are my dreams and despairs; now I'll clean my boots and cap badges and the two buttons on the front of my cap! Then I'll go to sleep, wrapped in my blankets, in the dust.
Ah, the news is consistently bad. I won't dwell on it, but really, I think things have never been worse. I could easily give way to black depression now but all I'll say is that I'm just sick of it. Not merely sick of going into danger again – everyone is sick of that; I'm also tired to death of the Army altogether and it's cooloo of petty annoyances. And above all, how desperately I long to get home, to an England at peace, with everything as it was.
And to April.
These are my dreams and despairs; now I'll clean my boots and cap badges and the two buttons on the front of my cap! Then I'll go to sleep, wrapped in my blankets, in the dust.
posted by Paul Wilson at 4:19 pm
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