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Previous | Contents | Next Out of hospital Some of the following is in the first person, written by Cliff, the rest, in the third person, by me ~ Ian Sisters Whitten and Johnson must have known what was going on but didn’t take any notice. I was confined to bed, ... Read more
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 ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next § We had a swim in the salon swimming club bath yesterday and it was beautiful. The water was lukewarm, the baths surrounded by beautiful lawns and shaded places where you can sit and be served with anything you require. The white people don’t seem to ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next Ten days later Cliff was back in Camp again. “My dear Dorothy,” he wrote. “Hello my dear, how are you now? To be frank with you, I’m as cheerful as a funeral. I miss you terribly, sweetheart. “Thank God that we can at least write to ... Read more
Previous | Contents | Next Cliff sent Dorothy a postcard, postmarked Wellington, as they were about to move out into the stream. They were “very, very lucky” — six of them in a flash, first class twin cabin with four additional berths fitted. They had a porthole, shower, hot and cold ... Read more
Contents Because of his role, Signalman Baugh (as he remained throughout the war) probably had a slightly better idea of what was going on than most of the Other Ranks — but Sidi Resegh, part of Operation Crusader in Libya, was not just lethal but confusing at every level. Photos, ... Read more