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Previous | Contents | Next By mid-May Cliff was in Palestine. They’d travelled there by train in goods vans and cattle trucks, a stop-and-start journey and a good deal of it at night while they tried to sleep. The following is from Cliff’s letters home to Dorothy. ~ Ian § The first part of the…
Previous | Contents There was sand in every direction, as far as the eye could see. He’d swap it any day for the sands of Whangaruru, and the sea, cool and refreshing. It was surprisingly windy, and he didn’t think he’d ever complain about rain again. They’d dug slit trenches as a precaution against air…
Contents Some of the text, mainly after Alamein, has been complied by me from Cliff’s letters to his fiancée Dorothy McCarroll, his occasional diary and postwar anecdotes. Photos, comments and footnotes have also been added by me. You can tap on most photos to view them full size. ~ Ian NEXT