March 21st 1940


Cotterill and I had dinner with the Gunners last night and then played poker with them. I got away with some money in my pocket. You never get outside this bloody perimeter except excercising – no R.P. There’s shooting in Razmak, but not a thing here, although one Pir Nullah and his boys are reputed to be lying in wait for the Wana Hunt, wanting to kill a B.O.

Why did I join the army?

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