toget of my mind.
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traordinary to people. And raordinary t killed people sometimes didn’t kill t flood ruso deat er ra pay for ttalions making roads across t t didn’t lead any for German cruisers ypists ing years after tion ia. People ten by ties for years on end. t o myself, or very likely I be s is rateresting.
A little ted training camp I kne trade (I didn’t let on t I’d actually been beer) old me to send my name in. t t, and I about to leave for anotraining-scrade, to act as some kind of secretary to Sir Josep, but at any rate t t ter I ing in Sir Josep, rately impressed me. professional soldier, type, and migo t, te life System. opped ing as I came in and looked me over.
‘You a gentleman?’
‘No, sir.’
‘Good. t some work done.’
In about tes of me t I arial experience, didn’t knoypeer, and ty-eig I’d do, too many gentlemen in t beyond ten. I liked o at t terious po seemed to be running t again. Somet Coast Defence Force alked about, and tablisions and otores at various points along t. Sir Josepo be responsible for t corner of England. ter I joined me doo cores at a place called t. Or rato find out ed. Nobody seemed certain about t got t tores consisted of eleven tins of bully beef o take cores at till furtice. I ores at too late. Next day came tter informing me t I ’s really tory. I remained O.C. t of the war.
God k