Posted: 10/10/2016 at 21:52
Joyce "Like Father like Son" as they say in these parts, working my way round the large dance halls of the UK I found it definitely paid to be polite at all times, mind it was also a good idea to be able to dance, one without t'other would not have worked.
Tetley, you would not want to know that other me, I did not recognise myself at times,lets face it waking up with a lump and a head ache from a rifle butt was better than not waking up at all. When we finally got back to the Regiment at Base, the Squadron Sergeant Major took one look at our squad and said right you are due leave, me the eternal optimist, does that mean in England Sir, no the WVS camp in Port Said. A bit of a let down but in a time of no flights for us common lot a boat would have taken all our leave plus some. The SQSM, was right that ten days grounded us again, I got to Dance every other night went to see films wandered the Souk and wonder of all attended a Banquet and ball as the partner of a lovely WVS Lady old enough to be my mother, all things I never forgot, especially the ride in the horse drawn Garry along a tree lined road lit up (it was dark by six at night) and the scent of the shrubs and flowers mixed with the the spice smells of Africa, to an 18 year old it was Arabian nights time.