A Story of War

I fly again over Stonehenge and do a few shoots on Larkhill ranges quite successfully with 25lb-ers and 4.5″ guns. I go to the “Square Club” with a gang and then to a local dance at the drill hall in Andover, where we discover a secret bar, run by and for the home guard. Later Pete, Gordon and I to to the “Bell” where I am taught to shoot craps, and we have a nasty journey back across the airfield in the mud and the dark. But nowhere do I get a date, though there seems to be possibilities if I was staying longer. My quest seems fruitless, and I shall have to amend my prayer to the new moon. Exactly three months ago was Joan of Ross on Wye!