Harold Hawkins Moon, my father, fought with the Black Watch in North Africa, during the Second World War.
His story, which he wrote shortly after being demobbed, is just as he wrote it. The one exception being that his original was written in long-hand. Margaret Moon, his wife and my mother, presented it to me, after his death from cancer in 1985.
While stationed in Indonesia, in 1997, I had my secretary Virna Devianty, typed the story for me in her spare time. Unfortunately, there are more than a few typing errors, and I should have rectified these. However, had I tried to do so, this story would probably never have been posted to the Internet. So, please accept my apologies for these school-boy howlers.
Dad was seriously wounded six times during the war. Eventually, he and a pal of his were sort of retired. Whilst still in Libya, they were given the job of creating a newspaper for the troops. That paper was called the Tripoli Times, and is still published today.
Upon his return to Dundee, his employers, D C Thompson, appointed him Sub-Editor of the Rover, a popular comic 鈥 sorry Dad, I should have said, 鈥淏oy鈥檚 Paper!鈥 In 1953 he was promoted to Editor of the Bunty, a brand new 鈥淕irl鈥檚 Paper鈥 that became one of 鈥淭he Courier Office鈥檚鈥 most popular, and enduring comics.
I hope that you enjoy his story much more than my father enjoyed the War.
Colin
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