- Contributed by听
- joynsonatkinson
- People in story:听
- Eric Atkinson
- Location of story:听
- Maidstone
- Background to story:听
- Army
- Article ID:听
- A3213136
- Contributed on:听
- 02 November 2004
I lose my rifle
Another remarkable coincidence
In September 1940 my machine gun support regiment was given a brief period of rest and recreation. I was given a much coveted six-hour pass and I decided to travel from our camp at Hothfield Place Kent to Maidstone only a few miles away. Here I was to visit Fred, the brother of a workmate. I duly founded his address and had a most pleasant time At 6 p.m. I left in order to catch the bus back to our camp. Waiting at the bus stop I suddenly realised that I had left my rifle at Fred鈥檚 home. To my complete dismay I could not recall Fred address.
Panicking, I flagged down the first motor vehicle coming in the opposite direction, explained my dilemma and saying I knew that Fred lived next door to the Governor of Maidstone jail. The drivers smiled broadly you are lucky corporal. I am the Governor of Maidstone jail. Quickly, he took me to Fred address. Fred was waiting, I grabbed my rifle. The Governor drove me quickly towards Hothfield and put me off in time to catch the last bus.
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