A Story of War

I go into town again last night and take Sergeant Joan out to a few pubs. We are thrown out somewhere at 10pm and she takes me to some dark corner of Chester under a tree and we sit on a raincoat and she kisses me – or I suppose I initiate it. Then a policeman turns us out at 10.40pm or so and we go and sit on some dark steps and carry on. This is too much for me and I try baseball but she won’t play. Eventually, all my own work and no help from her, I score a home base, and cycle home getting to bed at 00.10. I was to take a friend and meet her friend tonight but no one would come, so I ring up and leave a message cancelling it.

Today we go and see tanks and guns at Rhyll, damn boring. No flying due to “clamp” (JDW: ??) and if it keeps up it means no 48  this weekend (JDW: 48 hours leave?) – though what matter, as where the hell have I to go?