World War II

Coming of Age: 1939-1946

Now that the Second World War is some 60 years past this would seem to be a good time to collate all the various chapters that I've written over the last few years and present them as an entity. No war can really be described as a "good" war especially by the families of those...

Chapters

3. Chapter 3

I suppose it was the same bright individual who had the storm trench dug who thought of the idea of burying a pipe to carry away the cookhouse effluent down into the eastern hil...

4. Chapter 4

It was not all office work because we were also given some military training including physical exercises, running around a battle course though not under live firing as some po...

8. Chapter 8

My rifle which in Britain had been extremely accurate was no longer so when I retrieved it in Iraq, perhaps it had had a bad sea trip, got banged around or otherwise warped but...

5. Chapter 5

One hospital orderly amused me with his line of thinking; judging by his accent I asked him, "You are an Afrikaner?" "No, no, he replied, "I'm Dutch." "Surely not," I said, "the...

2. Chapter 2

Plymouth was ringed around with anti-aircraft guns, Rame, Down Thomas, Wembury, Crownhill and Tregantle come to mind as being equipped with 3.7's, while other sites such as Bovi...

1. Chapter 1

Now that the Second World War is some 60 years past this would seem to be a good time to collate all the various chapters that I've written over the last few years and present t...

7. Chapter 7

A second trip of similar ancient historical interest was made to Babylon, again organised by the padre; the excavations here seemed to be on a much larger scale and had been mad...

6. Chapter 6

Accommodation within the camp consisted of huts similar in design to Nissen huts but were built of local materials with low brick walls and pre-cast arches supporting curved roo...

9. Chapter 9

Sometimes we went into Ismailia, a nearby town for a change of pace, perhaps to the open air cinema or to buy something to send home; I remember sending packets of jordan almond...