Click here for entry for Monday 25th May (cont.) – Sunday 31st May 1942
Monday June 1st
Marched down near Turkish border and reviewed positions in case Turks go with Jerry. P.T in afternoon.
Tuesday June 2
Squad drill – gas. P.T. On drome guard at night – getting near completion of dome – bombs & explosives arriving.
Wednesday June 3
Free day – wrote to Hilladons(?). Played cards in afternoon. Huge convoy of lorries proceeding to Turkey. Driven by S.A’s.
Thursday June 4
Early reveille – thought we were going on routine march but lorries took us to a village about 40 miles away. Passed many old ruins. Natives beginning to harvest. Thrash seeds off by stacking crop then donkey pulling a cart with serrated discs around & around outside. Had lunch by orchard – most of fruit gone although plentiful in mulberries. Started on return journey at 2PM arriving home at 4.30.
Friday June 5
Another march to border then P.T and rest in during afternoon. Rather dull day, blowing hard & raining slightly.
Saturday June 6
Platoon on duty. On cook house fatigues. Weather still rather dull & blowing. Convoys to Turkey still passing through.
Sunday June 7
Squad drill & usual parades in morning. Leave to Aleppo in afternoon. Saw “Another Thin Man”. Natives holding longer strikes. ??? hoards of children marching through streets armed with sticks & smashing all uncovered windows. Saw many fights…
Click here for diary entry for Sunday 7th June (cont.) – Saturday 13th June 1942
Day 420 — “Marched down near Turkish border and received ??? in case Turks go with Jerry.” I believe this reads “Marched down near Turkish border and reviewed positions in case Turks go with Jerry. Day 426 — Next to last sentence: Great hoards of children ….
Wonderful! Thats exactly it. Thanks so much!
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Your posts and Wayne’s Diary make the war seem a bit too real. But I am very impressed.
Both very different and each compelling reading. In the next few weeks my Grandad’s diary gets pretty edge of seat stuff as the battles at El Alamein take place.