July 17th 1944


I do five landings by myself, more or less satisfactorily, and then get the next night off. So I ring up Elaine but she sounds dubious having a date with the Norwegian sergeant pilots, two of them, who have been around whilst I have been night flying.

I go to town with two pilots and drink beer in the “Corbett”, where Elaine and Co appear, but all most unsatisfactory and we part later – or rather she departs with a flighty “Goodbye.” We return to the Mess and I drink beer with a Czech, one F/L Donda, and we follow some women and their French boyfriends out, and we meet a dog, and I go to bed with a dead rabbit.

 

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