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‘At the Hogmanay ball in the Sergeant’s Mess, Wynne and I were dancing the Dashing White Sergeant. I released my partner too soon only to see Wynne sliding over the dance floor with her kilt over her head. Years of applying soap flakes to the wooden dance floor had the effect of making the transit smooth if no less embarrassing for both parties.’

This story was submitted to the people’s War site by a volunteer from CSV Oxford on behalf of the late Bob Borthwick. It is a transcript of his own diary and he gave written permission for the material to be edited and published.

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