July 25th 1944


I make a recce from the air and then one on a bicycle. I organise some beer from the Mess, I brief myself and have everything on the top line, and all depends on how the enemy will fight – and what happens? – it starts raining.

God! So the enemy won’t even turn up I expect!

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