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When I was in the ATS during the war one of my postings was in Shropshire. There was a coal mine nearby and the manager of the mine wasn’t called up as he was a graduate from Glasgow University. The mine manager and his wife had a big house and they arranged a dance one night for the army. My best friends were twins but only one of them came to the dance with me as the other one was ill in bed back at the camp. The mine manager’s wife was also from Glasgow and she had made a great big pot of broth and gave us some to take back to camp with us. We shouldn’t have been there in the first place and to get back in to camp we had to jump a ditch and I didn’t know how to get the kettle of broth back in to the camp.

It was a terrible night for weather so I took off my cap badge and marched confidently up to the soldier who was on watch. I said confidently ‘ terrible night to be in the guards soldier’ and he saluted me and I walked in with the can of broth under my arm!

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