- Contributed byÌý
- Grandson A J Gold
- People in story:Ìý
- Written by Signalman Bennie Gold, then aged 20
- Location of story:Ìý
- London
- Background to story:Ìý
- Army
- Article ID:Ìý
- A5976228
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 01 October 2005
It was in the early days of the War. It seemed to be the norm for Scots to be sent south to England for their army training and those like me — living with my parents in Harrow in the North West of London — to be sent to train as a wireless operator in Glasgow.
On completion and graded 3rd Class we were being sent out to various army units for further expertise. Ten shillings — a great deal of money at that time — got me a posting back to London and I arrived at St John’s Wood Barracks in the west side of London in a late afternoon.
By 4.30pm I was settled into a billet [lodging for troops] and had received a pass out till 11.50pm. The Underground station was just a few moments away. A ticket in hand I went down the escalator just as a train drew in and I rushed for the door and sat down next to my mother.
What are the odds on that?
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