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Lost trousers

Marise Relf’s boyfriend was called up and went to do his initial training at Saighton Camp – pronounced Satan. You can imagine how the stories about Satan multiplied. “He was given all his kit on the first day and put it all on his bed. He was very worried because his trousers disappeared so he reported this to an officer. He told the officer that he had put his name on the trousers in indelible ink since his father had been in the army and had warned him. The trousers were soon found and Bob never again saw the bloke who had taken them.
“It was very helpful for other reasons for Bob having a dad who had been in the army. Dad advised me to choose to learn a trade rather than simply going into the infantry. So Bob joined the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers, which gave him training to help get a job after the war.
He had to learn some things very quickly. When he was posted to India he was told to drive a truck. He protested that he couldn’t drive and was told rather brusquely to get on with it!! “

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