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The time was April 1943 and I was a nineteen-year-old very green wireless operator who had just arrived in Algiers in North Africa as reinforcement to General Anderson's 1st Army. After spending a few weeks in a Transit Camp at nearby Cap Matifou I found that I and a few others had been posted to a Light Anti-Aircraft Regiment in Tunis. Our method of transportation turned out to be cattle trucks on an antiquated railway line.

The train itself caused us some amusement, if that鈥檚 the right word. The wagon that we were allocated to had the sign 鈥�6 Chevaux au 20 Hommes鈥� stencilled on the side and we were destined to sit on bare, broken floorboards for the best part of three days. Occasionally, without warning, the train would stop and one of the officers aboard would run down the length of the train calling out 鈥渨e鈥檙e here for an hour if you want to do anything鈥�. 鈥淎nything 鈥� could include cooking a meal, digging oneself a small hole in the desert scrub, or buying hard boiled eggs from the Arabs who appeared as if from nowhere.

At the end of the first day the train clanked to a halt and we all clambered out stiffly to make our beds under the stars.

I had already made friends with another young chap who I had first met back in England, a Londoner, like myself and we bedded down next to each other.

As we ate our evening鈥檚 rations my friend broke the silence.

鈥淵ou know Ron, this has got to be the worst moment of my life, eating a meal of cold un-cooked bully beef and sleeping on the sand out in the open鈥�

The joke was that I personally was in my seventh heaven.

The brilliant stars in the jet black sky under which I now lay was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my own short life and the romance of actually being in the desert was manna from heaven for this particular cockney boy who, until he went in the Army, had never been further from home than Brighton.

As the war progressed I was to savour many experiences, some good, others not so good and my travels were to take me to Sicily, Italy, Austria, Germany and Egypt. No memory however has stayed with me as vividly as that first night in the desert and I have often thought about my friend鈥檚 remark and wondered if he later had occasion to change his mind about 鈥榯he worst night of his life!鈥�

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