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- ejh239
- People in story:听
- W G Poynor
- Location of story:听
- Barracks
- Background to story:听
- Royal Navy
- Article ID:听
- A6525713
- Contributed on:听
- 30 October 2005
Drafted Again
After my leave, I went back to barracks. I was there until the 30th October 1943. I got a draft chit. I was a bit puzzled by this; I thought it was strange after being a prisoner of war, I thought you weren't allowed to fight again, so I put in a request to see the Commandant of the barracks. I'd heard he'd been a prisoner in the First World War, so I might get a bit of sympathy from him. So, I saw him, eventually and explained it to him, but he said, "Oh, there was nothing in the agreement to say that you couldn't fight again." So, I asked, "Then, why did we have to sign a piece of paper on which was our thumbprint and our photograph?" He asked what was on the sheet of paper. I told him, "I don't know; it was in Italian!" He said, "Did you have to sign?" I said, "I didn't have much option. There were a couple of machine guns round us. Anyway, I'd sooner be a living coward than a dead hero." He smiled and said, "Well, anyway you were sunk by the Germans, handed over to the Italians. You're going out against the Japs now across the Pacific!" So that was that.
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