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- People in story:
- Eric, Albert, Fred Siviter, Aurther Jones
- Location of story:
- Some where in the Middle East
- Background to story:
- Royal Signals, R.E.M.E. Artilary, Infantry
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- Contributed on:
- 05 November 2003
According to one of our local news papers of the time, (Evening Dispatch) the following happened.
There had been a battle in the desert, when it was over my Father, Eric, was sent back to a new rest camp, he was allocated a billet, issued new Uniform etc, went for a bath returned his kit to his billet and went to eat, upon returning to the billet he was annoyed to find that his personal kit had been used, his razor, towel and soap, he went to find who had used it without his consent.
He didn't find him by the time he returned to the billet, he found that his personal kit had, yet again, been used, by this time he was well and truly cheesed off, he went in search of the new offender, but again couldnt find him, he returned to the billet again, again found his personal kit had been used, again he went out to find the culprit.
It was not until it was time to go to bed that the truth dawned and three familier faces came in out of the dark, my Dad and three Brothers had all been sent to the same camp, each had used Dads kit, each, being from different regiments, had used different mess's, l understand from that article and from dads own stories, of which there are many, that the party lasted for many days, none of them had seen or heard from the other in years, and yet, quite by chance, and of course we can't forget the planning of the british Army, they all met in the middle of the African Desert in the middle of nowhere....
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